After getting off the boat from Tassie, we visited a dear friend in Wonthaggi, and then kept heading in the wrong direction to the stunning Baw Baw National Park northeast of Melbourne.
From Walhalla, a gold mining town, and at my suggestion, we took a dirt road to the remote (free) campsite, Aberfeldy River. It was 17 kilometres down a rocky road that hugged a steep mountain. At some point I looked left out of the window and saw a three hundred meter or more drop down a cliff. My palms became moist.
Then we got to a place to where the road narrowed and I’m sure Lee and I were both hoping like hell that no one was coming the other way.
Every time I looked out the window and saw the drop, I pictured us falling, trailer and all, down the cliff to the bottom of the valley. I was so nervous and I wasn’t even driving.
After we’d gone 12 k, we came to a tree in the middle of the road.
Thankfully, my husband is prepared for everything. He brought out a shovel and heaved and hoed until the tree was out of the way.
When we arrived, it was all worth it. We stayed for three nights on the river. The days were warm and 23 degrees; the nights were cold and crisp. We skimmed rocks, built dams and the girls made endless potions. K and I took a river walk upstream where we skinny-dipped in a swimming hole. In the evenings sat round the campfire with the guitar, under the stars, all on our own.
After three days and nights, we finally drove west–in the right direction–towards the Grampians.