After a much warmer night, we decided to keep heading north. Once again we turned inland, northwest this time, letting the road wind us through hills and forest. By afternoon we’d found a wonderful campsite in the Border Ranges National Park, tucked among tall trees with bush walks following a clear stream that murmured beside the track.
We’re far enough north now that the evenings have softened — no chill, no dew, just a gentle warmth settling over the campsite as the light fades. It feels like we’ve finally slipped back into the climate we were chasing.
Posted from Kyogle Council, Australia: