The sun has returned. All is well with the world. We have not been washed away.
Into town to buy supplies and to taste the town.
Beechworth has preserved all of its considerable number of heritage buildings. The Court House, the Post Office, the two banks, and the Prison still in use after a hundred and forty odd years.
The town has a very good feel to it.
As we drove on towards the mountains, we stopped at Myrtleford. A stark contrast to Beechworth, Myrtleford is a typical Australian country town with very ordinary architecture, numbers of close shops and a sense of impermanence quite unlike Beechworth.
On to Porepunkah and Bright. A good highway in and, though these towns are the dormitories for the skiers who don't, or can't, stay in Mt Buffalo, Mt. Hotham, and Falls Creek, they are down in the valleys and the weather is quite warm.
We need a caravan park with a dump station and Bright has the only two in north east Victoria. The first had a dump point suitable only for porta-potties so we drove on to the other.
Here the dump point is hidden behind a trellis and I have yet to convince the owner to make a small hole in the trellis so that I can get the hose from the Motley to the dump point. Oh, the trials of motorhomers who try to do the right thing. Perhaps we will have to fertilise a stretch of uninhabited road side grass tomorrow!.