We got talking to a couple of our fellow campers in the Camp Ground, Graeme and Sandy, after several hours of general conversation we discovered that we came from the same town, Drouin. I knew Graeme and his passion for Hot Rods at the time. This was about 50 years ago, we had not seen each other in all that intervening period. Another couple, Bob and Teddy pulled into camp and we had a great Happy Hour, or more!
It was vastly different here at Barmah Lakes, it was very quiet. No ski boats and no Corellas, bliss.
The Murray River at Barmah Lakes.
The smaller of the two main lakes in the State Park. The other, Moira Lake, is much larger.
There is even a small steam powered Paddle Boat moored in the river.
If you double click on this photograph, you will see that there are two Pelicans perched on the dead tree on the end of the island eyeing off the tourists in The Kingfisher sight seeing punt.
Gunbower, a house boat owned by Bill. Judy and I went aboard Gunbower and sat on the front deck and had a long chat with Bill. He was moored here to get away from power boats for Labour Day Weekend and Easter. He can't get past Torrumbarry Weir until there is more water in the river.
There are some great old and gnarled River Red Gums in the park.
Another River Red Gum.
Yet one more River Red Gum.