17/1/12, Back to the Mountains All the swimming at the beach and nice warm weather was making us soft. Time to depart for the mountains again. We scooted up a short piece of highway no. 1 before branching off and heading for Buchan. Re-fueled and restocked the food at the local shop. Great shop. Amongst our purchases we bought some spaghetti as we were getting sick of noodles to go with the tinned tuna. In one of those rare moments, Tom placed the spaghetti on the bike seat while opening his bag. I watched as the packet of spaghetti slid off the seat and straight into the only storm water drain in Buchan. It was almost in slow motion. Ouch! It was only $4 worth of spag but there was a principle at stake. We took a few minutes, but eventually managed to secure enough makeshift tools to lift the inspection lid and retrieve the spag! Postie riders 1 – drain 0. Onwards up to Gelantipy where we again refuelled. You never know I always say. They did not have any food so a cool drink and an ice cream became our lunch. We were on the health plan. The tourist maps all showed a small village?/town?/settlement? called Seldom Seen just to the north with a turn-off shortly after to McKillops Bridge over the Snowy River. We had to go see this bridge. There was some confusion about this ?town? called Seldom Seen. Some maps said it had fuel. Some said not. Every map said something different. Anyway we were riding past and could investigate. We came across Seldom Seen and I can say that this was, without a doubt, the strangest fuel station I have ever imagined. The pictures are not photoshopped – I kid you not. The entry to the station looked like this. I reckon there were at least 15 car wrecks scattered everywhere. Many had for sale signs stuck in odd places. A few motorbikes. An old phone box. Lawn mowers. You name it – it was there. The owner must like collecting stuff. An understatement! On the main road there was the most eclectic set of bush sculptures I have also ever imagined. All made out of interesting shapes of local wood with various implements attached. A collection of push bikes were welded into a tree. There was even a large boat in the back paddock – lying on its side. They had a fuel bowser but we never worked out whether there was fuel for sale. Someone on ADVRIDER can surely explain the mystery of Seldom Seen? Shortly after we took the turn-off to McKillops Bridge. Riding in we got a glimpse of the valley. Should be good! Had water in it - the last of the flushing flows (see day 1 for a full explanation). After another 20 minutes or so of riding we were presented with the Snowy River gorge. Actually spent a few hours floating around in the water. Very nice. The bridge was built in 1930(?) to replace the old ferry that carried travellers over the river.The ferry also carried cattle moving up to summer pasture in the high country. I suppose the bridge did after 1930 as well. Must have been interesting to move a large mob of cattle over on a ferry. McKillops Bridge has a wooden deck with concrete pillars supporting it – around 30 meters or so above the bed of the river. A surprising number of the timber pieces were marked with an X. As I confirmed by standing on one – the X meant what you think it would mean – it marks the spot of the last person who trod on the X. I was now very glad we were on small postie bikes as the bridge had a lot of X’s on it! We could not stay there forever and backtracked to the main road and headed back onto Limestone Road. This was the road from the second day when we rode through some snow. Today was much warmer. We found a nice camp. Someone had put up a table with a nice view but we contributed by lighting a fire. Laid all our food out and cooked a feast on the fire. (We would have used the stove but we were nearly out of fuel for that!). The camp is called Native Dog Flat in the Alpine national park. Highly recommended. An added bonus - there were a lot of brumbies about. Made it interesting to sit and watch the young horses playing. Day 8. 208 km. Back in the high-er country.