|The sign says it is the border, so the border it must be...|
Lunch was at Scotchies Yard Camp Ground, where we had to change picnic tables due to the assault of the meat-ants.
|By the Snowy River|
Wallace Craigie was a fabulous lookout. At one point a deer ran across the road. The high country properties were really interesting, especially with the beautiful clumping grasses that shimmered in the breeze.
At Jindabyne we booked into the Caravan Park for 2 nights. People who followed us in were Rosalind and Neville and chatted a bit.
|A sculpture which is really useful if rather oversized|