NERRIGA
STUDYING A MAP and looking for places to revisit, I had vague memories of a ford along the Upper Shoalhaven River down Nerriga way that might be a good place to take my son fishing for a weekend. Over the years, some places stay the same, others change and are not as inviting as they used to be with broken glass, litter and discarded camping chairs or the like strewn around. So it made sense to go and recce the area. It was also close to my wife’s birthday, which gave another very good reason to venture out in search of a unique gift from a somewhere that specialises in handmade trinkets. Who said men can’t multi task!
The original plan was to head out on my own for a days’ ride, but after talking to my mate Rod and discovering he hadn’t been on his bike for a while, nor had he ever taken his bike for a long ride, it
