Two weeks ago we made the 3-hour drive North to Shepparton for another half Ironman triathlon. We ended up staying in a little town called Echuca, one of those little tourist traps set up to feel like you've taken a journey back in time. It lies along the Murray River bordering Victoria and New South Wales. Our accommodation for the weekend was in a gypsy wagon, a funky little thing with walls slanting out diagonally set in a very strange little garden.
We took the opportunity to explore the region a bit and enjoyed lunch at an olive grove and did some wine tasting on the New South Wales side. The wine was not so good, but the olives were delicious. The mighty Murray was pretty and Maybe enjoyed a walk through the gum trees nearby.
|Maybe next to the Murray River|
Phil's race the following day was long and tough, but he finished and in a race like this that's really all that matters. 1.9 km swim, 90 km bike ride, and 22.2 km run is surely to tire even the best athlete out.
|Phil during the swim|
|At the finish line|
|The race wore the dog out!|