It was now time to head up to the Trout rally, at three mile dam, near Kiandra, at 1470 meters.
The route there was back roads to Wee Jasper, then to Tumut and up the race track of the snowy mountain highway to the site.
The old hotel, right in the middle of Canberra.
The Milli ready for the off again.
The rally site, at 1470 meters, 4822 feet, it got cold as soon as the sun went down.
So a fire was essential.
Or for cooking the old fashioned way.
The usual "Friday night at a rally" tall tales and true were told.
Dsan kept the cold at bay with a bottle of Stones green ginger wine.
The next morning, a group of us went on a walk to some old gold mining equipment, the lake had been made to provide water for hydraulic mining of gold.
The top of one arm of the lake.
Frost hollow plains like most of the area.
"That will buff right out"
Old stamping battery.
Old mine workings
And back to the rally site.
The same wild horses had moved to our side, and soon bolted.
Lots had arrived while we were away.
Rally chair engineering was discussed, at length.
Nibblies came out, and were consumed.
The usual rally events were conducted.
To the amusement of the spectators.
The raffle prizes, the foil wrapped bundles were smoked trout.
The next day and it was off again, packed up again.
Even this far into the trip, the pack for each morning was different to the previous one.
Down the twisties on the tooma road towards Tumberumba.
The "snowy ride" was on the same weekend, meaning lots of squids to make the roads less fun, so we had lunch ar Corryong, and took the dirt of the Omeo highway over to the free camping of Anglers Rest.
Which had the attraction of the Blue Duck pub on the other side of the bridge.
We had forgotten that the weekend was a long one in Victoria, the Melbourne cup weekend, the other event on the first Tuesday of November.
And this had a profound effect on our plans, as all the camping sites nearer Melbourne would be full, so we settled in for a second night at the Blue Duck.
BTW, the name of the pub of slang for a mine that isn't producing anything, and the Cobungra river is full of fools gold, and little real gold.
The long weekend, and the Falls Creek road being open, had lots of squids and pirates enjoying the warm and sunny conditions, and the plentiful corners of the area.
A weather front was due through the area the next day, so an early pack and drone to Melbourne was the plan.
An early lunch at Stratford, again, we were becoming regulars here, we watch the Barry Sheene ride from the veranda, and stppped in again after the GP.