Cedar Creek

After an Australia Day morning of breakfast and swimming at Anne's we cleaned the girls room then left Peet, Louisa and Tom to get ready for the temple that night while Lee, Joan, Jesse, Max and I went to have a look at Dayboro. (Max came under considerable duress - there was sulking in the back seat!)

While Max slept we spotted flood high water marks and smiled at North Pine Dam.

Then we went to Cedar Creek - that was a good idea. The floods meant that it glistened - no moss on the rocks, running water - babbling in fact. It reminded Lee of a Canadian creek. All the undergrowth on the side of the creek was gone. There were no bugs anywhere. The water was about the cleanest, crispest water I had ever dipped my feet into.

Max conceded that he was glad I made him come. He and and Jesse swam then wrapped up in the picnic tablecloths I had in the boot for the drive home.

Jesse says that Australia Day is always good if you stay away from the beach - this one certainly was. But Roger had to work and bounty like that should be shared so the next afternoon we all went out for a swim.

Jesse & Louisa couldn't resist the cool mountain water and drank it (they are still alive and kicking).