Coastline Curves to Snowy Turns

28 March 2026 / Story: Kay and Mark Godfrey. Photos

Sydney to Narooma.

The run from Sydney to Narooma began smoothly enough, everyone arriving on time at Hayward Bay, where the Hungry Jack’s car park turned into our first test. What should’ve been a simple exit became a slow shuffle of wrong turns, second‑guesses, and cars looping around like they were trapped in a roundabout with no centre.

Milton’s Heritage Café gave us a breather — good coffee, good food, and a moment to reset before the next surprise.

Moruya delivered Act Two: the fuel confusion. We knew that Ampol had the cheapest fuel in town but guess what? There were two Ampol Stations-one on each side of the road. Some cars stopped, others sailed past, a few doubled back, and for a moment it looked like we were running three separate convoys. Eventually, everyone who needed to managed to fill up and we regrouped.

The final twist came at the last set of roadworks. Glen and Eilis confidently followed Kay and Mark… who were confidently going the wrong way. A brief scattering later we all arrived safely in Narooma.

Not the smoothest run, but the chaos made it memorable — the kind of trip that becomes a story before you’ve even unpacked.

Arrival day at Thredbo…

We roll out of Narooma with the sea still on our shoulders,

the MX‑5 light and eager as the coast unwinds toward Tathra,

headlands leaning close, the ocean flashing silver beside us.

Then the country opens into long, breathing hills,

fences wandering across paddocks, sky widening with every kilometre,

the car a small red heartbeat moving through the quiet Monaro light.

The land rises, the air sharpens, and the mountains gather around us,

curves tightening as Thredbo appears in the folds of the range —

a cool exhale at the end of a day.