First night on the road I pulled onto a track with a sign that said “River”. This is the Murrumbidgee River, quite a different site to the Murrumbidgee that I know from up Cooma way on the Monaro where it’s a pristine, clean, mountain stream, bumbling over the rocks, and supporting trout.
Sunrise at my camp on the Murrumbidgee River, the frost made a campfire a welcome asset. I was glad a few coals remained from the night before to get the campfire started.
Well, I just couldn't help myself. The light on the ancient river redgums of the Murrumbidgee River, the fog rising from the water and the forms of the trees and fallen logs made me brave the chilly atmosphere and wander along the river bank.
Breakfast by the Murrumbidgee River, a can of corn kernals on toast, cooked on the coals of the campfire.