Today was our transit day from Charlies Creek to Wongungurra. The plan
was to be out of camp by 10am or expect a fine from the Sergeant! (me)
- So In fear of the sarge all had left camp by 9.30.
The track out of Charlies Creek had some substantial bog holes on it,
the first bog claimed most with camper trailers except Madmat and Mark.
Raff failed to proceed in the first bog and they didnít even have
camper trailers on. They were at the end of the convoy though so the
bog was harder to cross, and in Prados had smaller tyre sizes so were
grading between the ruts after those with larger tyres had been through.
The second bog was much longer and even Madmat couldn't pull the camper
through. Bob came to the rescue with a light snatch. We had
placed a 4wd without a trailer in between all those that did for
recovery purposes - the second bog was becoming quite difficult for
those with trailers and most needed to be pulled the last four metres
through it. Craig spent a lot of his time running along the bog hole
ensuring the convoy kept moving without further track damage. He did a
We regrouped at the Buckwong track intersection for the run into Omeo.
Except Mark, Bob and Michael who abandoned us and went to Omeo for hot
showers and counter lunches. Walter and Glen also went through
Omeo on their way home at this time.
Everyone was excited about moving camp today and meeting up with the
rest of the Lcool trip at the new camp. Some may have been excited
about getting ice-cream as well!
Our trip to Omeo was easy and uneventful apart from Craig getting
knocked out by a rock that fell of the rock face he was climbing. (that
cost him a dollar!)
Madmat had the dust cap on the trailer bearings get knocked of in one
of the bog holes and found out while airing up later on. To repair it a
stubby holder was cut down and cable tied to the hub. This repair
worked till I got back to Sydney to perform the correct repair.
The resupply in omeo was quick with little time for lunch - though most
found a burger and chips without too much of a problem. Madmat tried to
get a new dust cap but could only find one from a ford that didnít
After lunch we headed of for a very dusty drive down to the Wongungurra
River. This took the best part of 4 hours, with those with trailers
taking McMillans track, and those without, taking Collingwood Spur.
Some of the views along the way were classic HC.
Arrival at camp was met with a very refreshing swim in the river. All
of us felt refreshed and even a little cleaner. The campsite was set
amongst gums and allowed the camp to spread out in the shade while
still being nice and close to the main fire.
Arriving at camp we expected to find the rest of the NSW team who had
been left behind on Day One. They were not in camp and hence they are
now confirmed MIA.
The day finished with quite ales and the Sergeant at Arms around the
fire working on improving the RFDS revenue.
NSW Convoy minus
We made it, on our way into the High Country,
finally and hot in pursuit of the main convoy, we arrive at Charlies
Creek to find we are about 3 hours too late, the convoy has moved on
and we are left, yet again, lost and lonely in the High Country, we
made camp that afternoon between Charlies and Limestone on a beautiful
This was an enchanted place it would seem. Raina built a fairy garden
and the next morning found a thank you note from Tinkerbell .
NSW Convoy minus - camped
between Charlies Creek and Limestone
Raina's fairy garden
Terry pulling the TVan through the first bog
Muddy cruising through the first muddy section
There was a fair old queue to get through the two boggy patches - Adam
needed the loo, and this was the only way back after the car had moved
- a bit of a scene from Karate Kid!
Matt needed a hand through the first bog, but got through the second
unassisted - well done!
Tanya on her council shovel - loved the camaraderie of everyone helping
Somethign like this! The road work the team had done
yesterday helped heaps
MadMat is up for the challenge
Muddy running the snatch strap - we set cars with trailers in between
cars without so that we had the best mix for snatching
Not the smartest move... Whoever had tried to get through
before us had put logs in the ruts - helped them through, but we had no
idea they were there - this log jack knifing like a bullet through the
spare tyre on the trailer - went off with a bang like an explosion
The boys having a chat just in front of the Dog's Grave
Airing up for the higher speed dirt
Convoy on the way to Wongungurra
What a campsite! - more importantly, what a river - rapids for the
kids, tree to hang off, rock to jump off, and downstream a pool for the
The view from The Rock
Ben mid flight from The Rock - Craig had checked this out previously
and it was 'very deep'
The view downstream - fast flowing and then backing off nicely to the
end of the photo - which is where the 'paddling pool' was located -
photo of it anyone?
MadMat about to pounce
Maddy takes a dive off the rock
The boys into an early Happy Hour
Meanwhile, the fellas talk
about the days occurrences and anything else worthy of discussion after
a day on the road..