Winding in the awning, disconnecting the water and power were amongst the first duties this morning. The guy from the caravan park came to say his ‘goodbyes’ letting us know we had missed the ‘4pm meet and greet’ during our time at HIS park - I suspect this might have been some sort of insult (not sure to us or him). He was then pleasant when we told him how much we had enjoyed our time in Wagga Wagga - telling us the town had everything you needed - if it wasn’t there it wasn’t needed. We both had to agree with him to be honest - it is extremely pleasant on the eye and well served with infrastructure.
Given the Victorian border had opened we had a change of plan and decided to head east to the coast.
Setting the GPS to Tumut, we headed east toward Bega. The changing landscape was astounding, from open plain to snowy tundra. Lunch in Cooma saw us take the recommendation of a local to go into the Pub - biggest and best - were the words he used. Well...not sure we would agree on that - he was 50% correct. My chicken schnitzel was great, while V1s seafood basket left a lot to be desired - perhaps they though the extra fry time would make it edible given we were not in a sea town! I had been to Cooma before on the way to the snow but can’t recall any other time. It strikes me as a little sad and mean - I can’t put my finger on why - perhaps it’s the correctional centre - however that logic doesn’t hold as there are plenty of other towns that have one but don’t feel as mean!
We used our ‘Camps 10’ book to alert us to places we might like to stop for the night. One of the stops was at Nimmetabel (a name I struggle to pronounce!). One point off for the book - it was a sports ground metres from the road with a very stern sign “You stay you MUST pay” on the toilet block. “$20 for unpowered and $25 for powered. Ring caretakers for Keys”. We decided we did not want to pay to be woken by trucks or the soccer crowd at 7 am, so kept travelling. Eventually we pulled into Bega Showground.
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