Camped at Billabong Creek near Wanganella.

Another of those "if you don't read the instructions you will end up on the wrong side of the creek".

Which I suppose is better than up it without paddle.

Say after me ......!

We never cease to be surprised at how water is used in the Murray Darling basin.

We stopped off the road outside Ivanhoe.

The property owners found us. Smiles all round.

Thanks for a pleasant spot.

Left as we found it.

Or is it the rail line follows the road.

It was 1979 when I tested this section of line.

The country looks not so desolate. I've become used to it. 

A couple of nights to rest.

And watch the birds.

One of many herons.

The lake is just the right depth for wading birds.

Chairs set around the soon to be lit campfire ready for dinner.

But we couldn't find it.

A small twin tub washing machine.

Reading the instructions.

A white faced grey heron.

I know its a murder of crows. Perhaps its a flock of pelicans.

But that doesn't seem to capture the strung out in formation nature of the flyby.