Run 42:00  7.2 km (5:50 / km)
I love the smell of eucalypts at dawn on a summer morning. This run wasn't at dawn (though it was when I first stuck my head out the door), but it was a bit closer to it than most runs of late (a forecast of min 11, max 35 provides some encouragement in that respect). It took me to Gunbower Island, formed where the Gunbower Creek splits off from the Murray before rejoining it and variously claimed as Victoria's, Australia's and the world's largest inland island. (Only the first of these is true - in fact you only have to cross the Murray to find a much, much bigger one, formed by the Murray and Edward Rivers, although that one doesn't have a name; according to Wikipedia, the NSW one, which is about 70 times the size of Gunbower Island, is third-biggest in the world after two in Brazil).
Most of this run was on fire trails in river forests, and was dead flat (I suspect Strava's 3 metres is cheating me out of a bit of climb, but not much). Once again found things a bit of a struggle with the back intermittently troublesome; I'd hoped for an hour but didn't get there. Still nice to be in the bush, though - very open forest, but no features so I'm not in a rush to suggest it be mapped. Somewhat to my surprise, post-run waffles were on offer at the local cafe.
Made my way back to Melbourne via bits of the river forest (some of the roads were pretty badly cut up, I suspect through locals using them in the wet last winter when no-one was looking), then Echuca, the Lower Goulburn NP, Tatura and Murchison. A pleasant weekend at least until I ran into the traffic jams coming into Melbourne (part of the Hume Freeway after Craigieburn was closed for works, with predictable consequences - if I'd known I'd have taken the Wandong-Epping route, as I used to before the Craigieburn bypass was built). I was impressed by the visitor centre at the Torumburry Weir, particularly their accounts of some of the more offbeat things which had happened there (like the strike during construction in 1919, triggered by the sacking of two waiters at the construction mess for throwing tomatoes at each other).
Every second farm between Cohuna and Echuca seemed to be flying a Eureka flag. In the city the flying of Eureka flags is most commonly associated with the CFMMEU or, occasionally, the sort of people referred to politely as "white nationalists" (not that such people really deserve politeness), but out here I presume it has something to do with water.