Lake’s Entrance was the slowest part of the trip as I ignored the GPS imploring me to alternate routes to avoid the slow passage down to the water’s edge and the main commercial part of the town.
I can’t nominate a single memorable moment from the 200 odd kilometres we traveled to our destination.
A few days respite watching the beautiful birds at my brother’s farm and hearing of his latest developments. Me might fit in the odd highlight of our own at some point.
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