Lapping the high country Part 2

After a hearty pub meal and an average night sleep I was greeted by thick fog blanketing Cooma.

The fog hang around for the first 50 kilometres.

Then gradually lifted.

I managed to hit a freshly smashed kangaroo which coated the underside of my bike in blood and guts and made for an interesting smell.

The start of the great divide.

And then some more fog

A river stop somewhere along the Monaro highway.

I can't recall where this was. It may have been day 1 near Beechworth (whoops).

Just near Cann River

Bushfires