The river flows into lake Nagambie; as the water begins to flow slower and the river grows wider, inundating the banks and spanning across the landscape. The meandering river transforms into a vast body of water that lays by the rural town of Nagambie, forming lagoons and peninsulars, wetlands and marshlands that at times seem more familiar to Louisiana than Victoria.
Continuous paddling becomes necessary to travel across the lake, navigating through islands, channels and between the remnant trees of the old riverside forests. Wetland birds of many varieties float and fly past as we paddle towards Goulburn weir, Alice and I laugh at unusual proportions of black swans as they take to the sky, leaving their graceful appearance behind, body heavy and their elongated necks reach towards their heading.
The weir becomes near and we take to land to figure out the best way past. Goulburn weir is wide and holds back an enormous amount of water, on land it is fenced off by Goulburn Murray water (GMW) for obvious safety reasons however this forms a major obstacle for us to overcome.
After food and brainstorming we decide to reach out and call GMW for assistance, and to our surprise they responded with an offer to open the gates and drive us and our boats to below the weir! We were stoked, our boats and gear weighed a lot. Adhering to appropriate social distancing we caught a ride in the back of the ute to below the weir.
The contrast was vast, from the open waters of the lake we then plunged into the deep river banks of the lower Goulburn river, surrounded by gnarled river red gums trees with massive root systems and flowing water once more.