Bright (Feb 7)

Tony and I rode in his Porsche (eat your heart out Ron Sprung, but Happy Birthday anyways) to the Airways Museum of Australia, an Air Traffic Control museum, if you can believe it. From there we went to the Royal Australian Air Force Museum. We returned at 1:30, by which time the women had returned from shopping, and quickly jumped into our cars for the trip to Bright, their vacation home located between two National Parks.


We drove for an hour on two lane highways through rolling tall grass prairie with quite a few trees, then an hour and a half on freeway through similar terrain, then a half hour on a secondary road to the foot of some high hills/low mountains, then a half hour up the valley between the hills to Bright.

Bright was an 1850’s mining town that now makes its living from tourism. It is a picturesque town of about 2500 people surrounded by forested peaks. There is a small river running near Barb and Tony’s house that is dammed into a swimming hole with diving board, waterslide, slides and an adjacent playground, skate park and other attractions. They are also near a couple of ski hills. They love to bring Jacob up here to their little piece of paradise.



Barb and Tony’s place is a charming three-bedroom home with just enough yard to be comfortable without too much work. After unpacking we had a barbecue and went for a walk along the river and through town returning for a relaxing evening of visiting.