Day 199 – Hay to Yarrangobilly

This morning Izzy was thrilled to find that the tooth fairy had once again found us on our travels and even left a new King Charles dollar as one of the coins. Lucky!

It was day 3 of big driving days and whilst the girls didn’t mind, Chris and I had secret adult fears about the safety of the van brakes that we didn’t want to project onto the girls. So Chris took it easy and we set off towards the Snowy Mountains (not a great place to be heading when you are worried about brakes not working!).

There was so much beautiful countryside as we drove for hundreds of kilometres past fields and pastures. At one stage there was a huge takeover of cattle on the road, we literally had to slow right down and drive through them and hope they had enough sense to move rather than ram us. All went well! The girls loved it though…

From there we had a break at Narrandera, where we bought yet another roast chicken for wraps at the park. I’m sure I’ll miss it one day, but gosh I can’t wait to have a break from making chicken wraps! The park there was great though and everyone was ready for the next driving stint. There was singing, drawing and not too much fighting actually.

Scarly fell asleep just before we got to Wagga Wagga, so we decided to continue on and only stop further outside of Tumut when we needed diesel and we also enjoyed some cherries for dessert. Yum! One of my favourite things about summer.

I couldn’t go past the Tumut Big Mohawk, an impressive shrub with lots of character. The upkeep of that thing would surely be a very painstaking experience for the owner of the house?! But it made for a great photo!!

Then it was onto the part of the day that we had been dreading – driving through Kosciuszko National Park with all its steep descents and ascents. It was not for the faint hearted, but Chris and the car/van handled it so well.

We stopped at a couple of lookouts along the way, both to give the car breaks a chance to cool down but also to admire the views. It was so stunning!

Our camp for the night was Yarrangobilly, an absolutely magical spot close to the river and with picturesque views in every direction. It was also nice to be in nature and with space to roam again. It really is our favourite style of caravanning.

We cooked dinner, the girls ran around for hours whilst Chris and I soaked in the views and recovered from the stress of driving with limited brakes. Onwards and upwards tomorrow, let’s hope!