Adaminaby - Home of the Big Trout
I had driven down to Adaminaby with a couple local Aussie friends from work and met up in Cooma, with a friend from the American Embassy in Canberra. We stayed up in the hills of the Snowy mountains with a friend of my Aussie colleagues, at his cabin he built by himself over the years. My thanks go out to Mark "Col." Sanders for putting up a couple Americans for the weekend in his cabin. Several others joined us at the cabin and eventually we headed to one of the local pubs for some dinner and drinks. After driving all day and having a few beers without eating much, I had to put up with a bit of a headache most of the night. The only down side of the weekend was the waiting for my food to finally get to the table. I ordered first but got mine last. After getting some food in me I felt great again.
We spent all day Saturday at the racetrack and did some punting on the horses. I was ahead most of the day until a couple upsets cause me to break even. Not bad but I wish I had stuck with a long shot I was going to bet on called "Dancing Bueaucrat" It paid 7 to one and I backed out at the last minute after checking the horse before the race. You guessed it, it won..
Sunday, I got up early to get a run in but between the morning rain, cow pies and a bull that didn't like me running through his paddock, I had to cut the workout short.