We arrived at Murray Bridge (yes this is the name of a town) the afternoon of Thursday 22nd April after driving through the Coorong National Park, Meningie and Tailem Bend.
We had intended to stay at the national park but found that was closed due to baiting in the area. We were a bit disappointed, well, quite a lot disappointed but I suppose this just highlighted the need to prepare ahead and check out park closures in advance.
On our way into Murray Bridge we checked out a caravan park a bit out of town but didn't like the look of it and moved on.
Quite a lot of the banks of the river are eroded and pose a danger of collapsing, so it wasn't uncommon to see safety fences erected here and there.
As a child the Murray River featured heavily in our social studies lessons in primary school so it was of special interest to me to get to see this river. Nothing could have prepared me for the magnitude of the Murray. It's not called the Mighty Murray for nothing.
It appeared that the young people in Murray Bridge are well catered for.
A brightly coloured mosaic seat in the park along the Murray River.
The caravan park we stayed in was 'on the banks' of the Murray River. By this time we were beginning to understand that 'on the banks' of any river be it the Murray, the Barwon or the Snowy didn't mean that you could actually see the river, or if you could see it...that didn't mean that you had access.
Thursday night was extremely warm and I didn't get much sleep. Initially I thought that the trains were running all night but later, as we did a quick tour of the town, realised that a certain factory operates through the night and it was this what kept me awake. As usual, Honey Pie heard nothing.
We were up and packed pretty early the next morning and by the time we'd done our tour of the town, the sky was overcast.
Next stop Adelaide.
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