Date: 29th November 2021
Travelled: 72 kms from Nicholson to Marlay Point, Victoria.
Visited: Gippsland Lakes Region.
Stayed: Marlay Point Reserve, free with limited services. S38.06148, E147.24966
Budget: 11 days @ $0 per day.
We enjoyed a quiet nights sleep parked alongside the Nicholson River. After yesterday’s long ride we are probably not that keen this morning but the 10 km ride to Bairnsdale on the Rail Trail is calling. I checked with the campsite manager yesterday and explained we would be late departing as we wanted to get another ride done and he didn’t seem to mind.
All the same we get a relatively early start and peddle off before 8.30. Our first quick stop Nicholson Station or at least where it originally was.
Crossing the Mitchell River into Bairnsdale, the old railway bridge on our left. The bridge is a billboard for the climate looneys, the anti-vax brigade and Dan gets some special mentions as well.
We are pleasantly surprised to find Bairnsdale a very well kept and tidy town. The main street called Main Street is a wide tree lined boulevard and well worth a walk. It certainly is a bustling place on a Monday morning and all the big name supermarkets and shops are represented. Pam manages to find a dress and we’ll need to pick that up on our way through later today.
So we cycle back along the Rail Trail to Nicholson, have breakfast, service the Jayco and head back to Bairnsdale to pick up Pam’s latest.
On our way once again, dress in hand we continue on the Princes Hwy for another 40 kms before turning for Clydebank. At first I thought this could be a mistake. The road is only 3 metres wide, but the surface is excellent.
So the GPS has us turning here and there for the next 20 kms through farmlands and wetlands until we reach Marlay Point.
Our friends Mark and Mireille recommended this free stop. It has spectacular views across Lake Wellington and a wildlife reserve for a walk. We find another motorhome already here, so we will have some company. The wind is howling so we find a spot in the corner with some trees for protection.
After a walk through the reserve and a chat with our neighbour (a solo woman traveller) it’s drink time. The wind abates a little and the BBQ does nice work on a couple of steaks as another day on the road slides though to the keeper.
We wake in the morning to a heavy mist hanging over the lake. The wind has gone, as the mist starts to lift the water is like a piece of glass.
Michael + Pam