The laughter begun
watching Roger fight with his unco operative automatic gates while
picking him up for the trip. But we eventually assembled at Crusty's our
fearless Sherpa guide place who
was still packing? Travelling in convoy fashion our 6 car brigade headed
off into the wilderness with only
a hope to keep them going? Destination Hill End! Only to pull up 200
meters down the road as Andrew had forgotten something & didn't have
keys to get back in? Never the less we eventfully headed over the Great
Divide on what could only be considered a rather cool morning. Just out
of Bathurst we were pulled up by road works. Sue seized the opportunity
to stretch her legs & run along the cars tapping on windows & scaring
the crap out of our weary travellers. Unfortunately not all the cars she
scared belonged to our group? What a way to make new friends? You Go
Girl? Not long after, we left the bitumen & headed along the infamous
Bridal Tail. The vista's of the Macquarie river gorge were only
surpassed by the billy goat track on which we travelled. But worth the
challenge. I can still hear Roger screaming "stay away from the edge or
watch the road" in some what more colourful language than just quoted.
However the magic of what was around the next bend had us all spellbound
& you really had too wonder how they tackled it by horse & cart in days
gone by? The numerous photos tell the rest of our story. Hill End
is very inviting the Pub the town & the accommodation all great. I
brought home many treasured memories from that weekend. But sitting
around the campfire Saturday night I realised sharing it with people in
our club makes anywhere fantastic.
