Heading Higher into the High Country and NSW

After a fantastic few days we headed up further into the High Country. The views and mountains just pose a spectacular backdrop to travel through. We saw a sign about a historic bridge so detoured to have a look. When the road got narrow we stopped and decided to walk the rest of the way for fear there may be no where to turn around with the caravan. It was a good decision as after walking 200metres and around a bend the road ended in a dead end with no where to turn around with a caravan on.
The walk down to the bridge was lovely and all through natural bush and when we got to the bridge it was definitely worth the trip. It was a railway bridge built across a deep gully. The height of the bridge from the bottom was about 100 metres and all the bridge was timber. The timber pylons were enormous and considering it dates back into the late 1890 and early 1900’s its an amazing structure that is still standing.
Once back on the main road we continued our travels towards Tumbarumba in NSW. We had a short look at the town and then headed out to look at 2 different campgrounds. Paddy’s River Fall’s was the first. Fantastic waterfall out in the bush after going down a hairy steep road but not what we wanted as a base. Onto Paddy’s River Flats which was great and other campers, both caravaners and motor homers.
We picked our spot close to the riverbank which we didn’t regret. Actually it was little more than a creek but the water was fast moving and a very picturesque setting. Only problem was not a fish in sight in the crystal clear waters.
From here we went back into town and had a good look around, drove around the countryside and also froze at night with the temp only being at 5 degrees by 8am each day. By 10am the jumpers were coming off and by 4pm you were building a fire.
We had 3 French backpackers who came next to us and they must of froze sleeping in a tent. Their attempt at building a fire showed they had no idea of what to do so for a few minutes they had a bonfire then they had a smoky mess. They spread themselves out till they were a nuisance but were tolerable. At teatime our first day there a guy came in down from us, stripped off and had a bath in the creek. We couldn’t believe it, there was us huddled around a camp fire and here was this idiot jumping into a freezing cold stream for a bath. These mountain men sure are strange !