Leaving Jinjellic we are still going east, Her indoors is starting to make noises like "How come you are further away than when we last spoke" but the pull of the east is strong.
In the background the Snowy Mountains are visible
We pass through Khancoben and then onto the Alpine way, dirt when I was last here, but sealed now. I'm getting used to the twisties.
Started in the 40s and taking 40 years to finish, the Snowy Mountains Scheme diverted the south flowing Snowy River west into the Murray, via a system of tunnels through mountains, providing irrigation water and hydro power at the expense of the Snowy and it's ecosystem, back then they thought all problems could be solved with engineering.
"The Snowy" as it's called here is regarded as one of the worlds 7 engineering marvels of the 20th century.
Here is the pipework feeding the Murray No1
And Gus taking a break from the twisties
The rivers are clean and cold hereabouts, this one at Geehi, the site of the Alpine Rally, I'm a couple of weeks early.
The ski lifts are still operating at Thredbo, but I feel a bit alone at this point, so settle for sitting on a rock, talking to my beloved on the phone, watching the beautiful people drive by.
I'm on my 18th day away from home and it's time to stop going away and start going back. Berridale, between Jindabyne & Cooma is my most easterly point, here I turn south and spend the night in a great pub at Dalgety, on the Monaro plains, a truly icon Aussie town.
Dalgety almost became the capital of Australia, pipped by Canberra at the post.
Here we see the effects of the Snowy Scheme on the Snowy itself, now a mere ditch, many times before the Scheme this bridge was a mere inches above the water. The Snowy now flows at 7% of it's pre Scheme levels.
And this is rain shadow country, it's bloody dry mate, they depend on the river.
We are headed south to Bombala and Delegate.
After Delegate we cross once more into Victoria at Delegate River heading for Orbost.
Not many motorcyclists pass this sign without a Kodak Moment.
At the end of the day we come to Marlo, where the Snowy meets the sea, and get pissed again, good pub on a warm Sunday night is the Marlo.
Thus ends Day 19.