SUNDAY APRIL 24 POREPUNKAH TO HOME 330kms
While we were having breakfast outside, one of the neighbours came over and apologized for their noise last night, as they sat round their fire and talked. We attempted to reassure him that the Bus was well soundproofed and we hadn’t actually heard them at all. They had been very good about breaking up their gathering at 10pm too.
We had reached the limits of our time extensions possible here. In view of the long weekend crowds, I was now quite happy about that.
We didn’t want to go any further away from home than we now were, for just two nights. Tuesday was the absolute deadline to go home, with John due to go into hospital on Thursday. In the absence of any better ideas, decided to just go home today. It was a good decision – once we were clear of the tourist traffic heading for Bright, and around Myrtleford, there was not much traffic at all.
Left Porepunkah at 9.45am.
Old tobacco kilns Ovens Valley
There were lots of cyclists taking advantage of the lovely day and using the Rail Trail between Bright and Myrtleford. It would be a great ride to do – so much excellent scenery and the picturesque old tobacco kilns along the way.
Cyclist on the Rail Trail
As we passed through Myrtleford, I photographed the old butter factory. This had now become a tourist attraction, where butter making was demonstrated – a good idea and an educational experience for children whose ideas of the origins of milk and butter extend no further than the supermarket fridges. Guess I am one of a dying vintage of people who grew up helping mum make our own butter – after extracting the milk from its original source, by hand.
Old Butter Factory Myrtleford
Took the Hume Freeway south from Wangaratta. Stopped at the Euroa Service Centre for fuel and to give dog a drink. Diesel was $1.189 cpl.
There was a police drug testing van set up in Seymour, testing drivers going westwards.
From the outskirts of Seymour, to Yea, not a single vehicle came up behind us. John couldn’t believe it. Usually, on the bendy section around Trawalla, we end up with a tail back of traffic behind us.
Had a lunch stop at Yea. It did not look particularly crowded as we drove into the town, and was probably the least busy we’d ever encountered. John had the usual pie from the bakery. I had a very nice egg and lettuce multi grain roll.
Left Yea at 1.45pm, and were home by 3pm.
The usual unhitching of car and putting Bus back in place was complicated, because a visitor to neighbours had parked his car opposite our driveway entrance – on the very narrow road. Some prolonged horn sounding had no effect. I am still not sure how John managed to slot Bus into place without scraping that car, our gateposts, and Bus.
I had put Couey into the backyard before we began unpacking Bus. She apparently didn’t trust us not to be leaving again, without her, and managed to climb the nearly two metre high wooden fence, to reach us. Too damned athletic! Now that she knew she could do this, we would have to put a temporary higher barrier there, to tide us over until we get a new fence put in there – one really high and made of less climbable metal. Otherwise, every time one of us goes out, dog would be following.
Thus ended this trip. There would not be any more for a while, due to surgery and recuperation.
Nights away: 7
Accomm cost: $400
Discount gained: $40.50
Fuel cost: $157.97
April 22, 2023 at 11:57 pm
Ooh Lordy, putting the van away at home is always stressful. Both tired from driving, then angling around too many parked cars. Ugh. Hope the surgery went well.
April 24, 2023 at 2:44 am
Thanks. The plastic surgeon said he should regard himself as an ongoing work in progress, for skin cancers, and that has proven true.
I am waiting to read the next episode about the problematic Jeep…
April 24, 2023 at 11:09 pm
It’s a bit like the skin cancers, one problem after another.