Griffith to Caragabal

 
We left Griffith in the middle of the afternoon and drove through the very flat river land farms and then into rolling hills.  A big tennis racquet at Barellan recognised the birthplace of Yvonne Goolagong.

It began to rain, and get dark very early. Drove through West Wyalong (historically another rich gold mining area) with its crooked main street created in the early days of bullocks as they wound round trees and gold diggings.  Finally free camped at a tiny village called Caragabal . Went to sleep listening to heavy rain on the roof.


Tried to teach Rifter to roll on the towel.

Wet dog in the van is not much fun!