the last part on the way home

The very last stretch of our camping road trip took us right into Victorian High country.

We drove through and stopped for coffee in the little town of Marysville. Most of you will know this town was virtually destroyed by the Black Saturday fires.

Few buildings remained and three years on there is reminders of the fires, such as the white picket fences that lead to nowhere and the slightly blackened, towering, but resilient European trees that line the streets.

There is a lot of building going on. In fact the town seems to be a hive of activity with buildings going up everywhere. I was humbled by the general strength that I found in the town. Slowly the beauty of this town is returning, and it is indeed one of the most beautiful towns I have seen.

Much to Daniel's excitement we were soon on gravel and heading further into the mountains.

We arrived at Wood's point, the quaintest little old mining town you ever did see.

Perched in a steep little valley and with a running stream going through. Mining artifacts were laid out for visitors.

We camped just out of town right under what I think were 50 metre trees. Not far from that same crystal clear running stream.

The roaring wind over the trees at night was comparable to the sound of a train approaching. So Ican't say I slept really well. But it was an adventure.

Gathering sticks for the fire.

After sausages and potatoes for dinner I cooked a batch of banana pikelets.

We headed back through some more little mining towns. 

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The cutest little mining cottages I've seen.

After one more night in Corryong we headed home. It was nice to be back. It wasn't long before the map was back on the table planning the next trip. We'd love to explore more of the mountains and little towns in the area. Someday we'd like to travel the Great Ocean Road.

Any suggestions for future trips? Do you like to take the roads less travelled?