Feeling a bit shady as I load my bag into the back of the van. Haven't had a night on the beers for a while, and the lack of match experience shows...
We are driving to Wagga and it's gonna take about 4 hours. Hmmm
After a quick stop at Nuggets Crossing for some breakfast, we head out on the road.
We are taking the highway that crosses over the top of the mountains. It looks to be a fair distance shorter than going through Canberra, although you may have to carry chains in case it has snowed overnight.
Just before we turn off we stop at a petrol station to see if chains are required. The attendant says no, so off we head..
There is a fair bit of snow on the ground, but the road is clear and you can get along at a decent pace...
There are no servos in this part of the world so we stop at an old disused ranger station for a toilet break.
We have a look around, then Joe decides to throw a snowball...
Sean cops a direct hit...
And retaliates with a shot in the face....
Kris avoids the action and goes and finds a friend...
Get back in the car and continue the journey...
The road gets harder to navigate the further we go, but pretty soon we are descending down the mountains, and driving through pastoral land on the way into Tumit.
We hit the Hume Highway for a few k's, then take a turn off about 20 minutes out of Wagga.
We arrive safely and check into the hotel.
Head down to have a look at the venue and do sound check. The Snowdroppers are back with us now and it's good to see them. We have been taking the piss out of them saying they look like Mumford & Sons. They have made up a song for us sung to the tune of Little Lion Man! It goes like this..."it's not your fault it's mine, I liked dead cat in year nine, but Jedediah were better...." very funny!
Phil bought a box of poker chips in Jyndabyne, so we head back to the hotel and get a quick game going before we head to the gig....
The band room tonight looks like the Saloon bar in Launceston before they renovated it...
The gig goes well. Once again it's a big crowd, and they are right into it. It takes the security a little while to realize it isn't a school fete, but they get it together eventually.
After the show we go back to the band room and cool off. My friend Karen and her husband join us for a drink, along with an assortment of people we know and don't know...
It wraps up pretty quickly and we head back to the hotel for a late game of poker. We put $5 each in the tin and deal 'em up.
It gets down to just me and Joe, and he beats me with an ace high flush. Lucky bastard.
Get into bed at 2am and set my alarm for a 10am lobby call.
Tomorrow, Bathurst....
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