It’s Friyay 24th January and work is done and dusted, the boot scoot to Goulburn commences to meet Brad for a quick feed and then off for the second leg of the journey to Denison Campground in the Snowy Mountains.
In all honesty, and you can judge for yourself – the burgers are better at Goulburn!
After demolishing the burger in record time we made a quick trip to the ATM and hit the road, next stop being Cooma for a quick fuel up and the then relentlessly slow trip beyond due to the emergence of wildlife.
We got to Denison at 11pm, quickly lifted open the roof top tents and went to bed. The next morning was a cracker, what a way to kick off the long weekend!
For those that know me well, I am not one to skimp on my morning yoghurt and coffee – it is the daily routine, but there was an urgency to get out of Denison (mainly due to our unruly bogan neighbours). The beauty of roof top tent life is the speedy pack up, within 10 minutes we were on the road to Adaminaby, specifically the bakery.
Post consumption of pie and downing of coffee we left town and did a quick stop at Providence Portal before heading to Old Snowy Campground via Tantangara Dam.
Snowy 2.0 is a bit of an eyesore in my opinion, and I don’t one hundred percent agree with the human control of water and where it is pushed to. But this I have no control over and to be honest I wouldn’t want to be in control of.
Old Snowy Campground is fucken amazing, if you ever get the chance to camp there my recommendation is just do it. The track to the campground, Pockets Saddle Rd ends up at a locked gate effectively making it a dead end approximately 8km from the junction of Port Phillip Fire Trail, due to this Old Snowy doesn’t get busy. The surrounds are just beautiful.
On arrival to the ground Brad assisted with tensioning the cable on my new winch – I am yet to use it (and in a way I hope I don’t need to), the Carbon 12K is a really neat bit of gear. Post spooling the winch I had build up a thirst, there was no better way to quench that thirst than pour myself a beer, sit back and enjoy the surrounds.
Did anyone mention scenery?
As the afternoon drifted away the day started to close and with that the campfire kicked in facilitating a few more beverages to keep us warm.
To be continued…
A bloody good long weekend I have to say and yes, Old Snowy was the best leg of the tour.
heh, too right 🙂