A Couple of Old Favourites
Our journey from Warrnambool to Cobar marked the beginning of a new chapter, chasing the sun and warmer days. We took our time heading north, easing into the rhythm of the road again after some time spent in Victoria.
Our first night was at Wannon Falls, where the free camp sits a short stroll from the falls — although at the end of summer, there wasn’t any water flowing. Still, the peaceful bush setting made for a great overnight stop.
Next, we pulled into Lake Lonsdale, a donation camp near Stawell. We both came down with winter colds, so we hunkered down here for a few days to rest and recover. Even in cool weather, the lakeside setting helped us feel more human again. The still mornings and misty air did wonders for our mood and lungs.
We pushed on through Hay, stopping at Sandy Point Free Camp on the banks of the Murrumbidgee River. The skies stayed stubbornly overcast, and the solar panels on our motorhome couldn’t keep up — but we didn’t mind. As our house batteries drained, our personal batteries recharged. Each kilometre north brought brighter skies and that familiar sense of freedom.
On the way to Cobar, we spent a night at Mount Hope, a tiny blink-and-you ’ll-miss-it town with a quiet donation camp behind the local hall. It was the perfect no-fuss stop to break up the drive, and the friendly locals gave us a warm welcome, exactly what we needed as we eased back into outback travel.
By the time we reached Cobar, we were feeling like ourselves again, ready for new outback adventures.
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