True to form, the bogans had a big night with a raging fire, loud music, and engines revving. I am not sure what time the party finished, but now I do know that all bogans are hard of hearing as they have to talk at the top of their voices when conversing. We decide to talk bogan as we get up at 6am.
Another beautiful morning as the sun rises over the lagoon. We hit the water at 7:30 and before long we hear the roar of the first big banger to take the water. The noise was behind us, and then in front, and then behind, and then in front before the boat finally goes past in a thunder and a blur. How it gets the heart racing. We soon figure out from the noise pattern that the river snakes a lot before we get to Torrumbarry weir. A couple more boats fly past and I am disappointed when we can not hear any more.
After 15km of dead water we reach Torrumbarry weir where we will be going through our first lock. We do the compulsory visit to the kiosk for some real food: chips, ice cream and drinks. It is like sharks in a feeding frenzy.
After satisfying our needs we look for the lock master, who is mowing the lawn, and organise a time with him. We have a good look at the weir, lock, and visitors centre before mounting our boats for the lock ride.
Thomo wants to stay away from the front door as he expected it to open when the lock was full. What a wild ride that would be. Lucky for us they let the water out slowly before opening the front door. We paddle out and onward with our journey. It was a bit of fun.
We are now in the Gunbower and Perricoota forests. The river continues to snake badly and we travel a long way north and south, and very little heading west. It is great to be away from Boganville and back into the quiet serenity of a river to ourselves, a few real campers, and the wildlife. We have a pleasant, but hot, afternoon before teaching our goal distance and finding a camp site.
It has remained hot and very still m, which makes me think tomorrow will be another hot day. Tinky tried fishing again today. Still no luck. I forgot to write yesterday that EJ found a good rod and reel so he will now be giving Tinky a run for his money.
Entering the lock
In the lock as the water is going down. We have to hang on to stop us being sucked forward.
Exiting the lock
The banks river at the start of the Gunbower Forrest
A shady and sand rest stop. These places become less frequent during the day and the banks became higher and clay based.
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