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Our hostess, Louise, stopped us for a chat as we were leaving. We had plenty of time and enjoyed discovering a little about life in Echuca and how Louise had ended up living there. We took her advice and had breakfast at the Watson Street Pavilion with its lovely views over the houseboats moored in the Murray.
Retracing our route across the bridge to Moama, we took a quiet road out of town passing caravan parks located on the banks of the river. A number of roads led into the Murray Valley Regional Park but we stayed on the main gravel road. At one junction, a guy raced past on a motorcycle, only to return to warn us that there was a large red belly black snake on the side of the road. Fortunately, it had moved on by the time we passed its location.
It was lunchtime when we reached Barmah and we found a lovely spot on the river with the requisite shade and seat. Nearby was the old punt that served the township for 37 years until it was decommissioned in 1966 with the opening of the bridge.
Once we had checked into the nearby caravan park, we cycled the 7kms to the Barmah National Park, reputed to be the largest red river gum forest in the world. We could only imagine how it would look in the wet season as we followed the red arrows of Lake Loop track.
Home to the Yorta Yorta Nation, it is renowned for its towering trees, some of which are over 500 years old. The most intact freshwater floodplain system along the Murray, the forest relies on the seasonal flooding of the river and is a breeding habitat for waterbirds.
Reaching Barmah Lake, we took the track along the foreshore to Broken Creek. As I turned onto the main road out of the park, a police car stopped and the young policeman asked how I liked the area. As we chatted, he mentioned that the muster was in town which would give us something to do over the weekend.
After showering we walked the short distance to the nearby pub for a beer before returning for our leftover pasta dinner.
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