“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

Day 290 – 18th February, Thursday. Smith Mill to Maryborough.

We had purchased a National Parks camping permit from the local cultural centre and so spent the night at the Smith Mill camping area which had a bush shower and toilets. Unfortunately the creek-water tap which was to be used to fill the bucket for the shower only flowed at a trickle and so we gave it a miss and opted for a bush-strip-wash-beside-the-van instead!
We woke to the kangas munching in the low early morning light, had brekkie, then moved deeper into the outback towards Ararat and on to Avoca, finally reaching Maryborough at lunch time.
We found a quite little place with a pool and free wifi and met a couple of gold prospectors who are quite disappointed because they haven’t found anything in the last week. They have been prospecting for over 30 years now and no longer pan, but use a metal detector. How times change eh!?

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