Day 2, Albury – Howlong, Sunday 13 October
Got off to
a good start again this morning, it was brilliant to have Pru and her colleague
from Mitta Mitta Canoe Club join me at the start, if only I was in a K2 kayak
with another person like them so I could cut through the water faster! Had
lunch at designated spot and it’s been a beautiful day, no sign of the storms
mentioned on the news last night! I felt a lot of wind might be slowing me down
but paddled harder and didn’t lose any ground, there were a lot of snags that
slowed my progress through a narrow section though.
Afternoon
turned cold and wet, with lots of wind making it difficult to paddle, I wish I
hadn’t mentioned the weather forecast to Pan at lunctime! Was glad to arrive at
the end point in Memorial Park. We had dinner at Howlong Lions Club, loved the
sweet potato salad – thanks Sheila!
In 1946,
Peter Welsh, now 94, paddled the Murray River with his friend and dog, hunting
fish and rabbits along the way, mostly living off the land, camping out at
night. He came to see us at the Lions club and what an inspiration he is, full
of great stories, I'd love to sit and chat to him about what the river and
surrounding landscape was like back then, what they saw and how living along
the Murray went - hopefully I’ll get the
chance to do so on my way back home after this marathon!
Day 3, Howlong – Corowa, Monday 14 October
Day 4, Corowa – Yarrawonga, Tuesday 15 October
We walked
the kayak down to the river where we were staying in Ball Park Caravan Park and
it was covered in an atmospheric mist, which remained for a couple of hours as
I was paddling. The river was still flowing beautifully - a good day to paddle!
But then, later, a black snake crossed my path and I stopped and got my camera
out. Those things don’t hang about and by the time I framed the shot it was 20
feet away and climbing the bank.
After I
passed an island after Bundalong, I was in dead water and fighting a headwind. It
was difficult finding routes through, lots of snags and trees rising out of the
river or fallen and blocking the route. I had to take a shortcut at one point
to miss a large meander as it had been a really tiring leg and the stream got
narrower and narrower. I was ducking under trees, pulling myself around them
and at the end there was another fallen tree completely blocking the route but
thankfully someone had already been through with a chainsaw and reopened the
path. What a relief, I was through, thanks to the lumberjack! When we arrived at the caravan park, a local reporter came to cover our story for the local newspaper.
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