The closest three camps to Geehi for me would have been Tumut (back in the last week of February this year, just before the CCP virus hit, Henry Angel Flat about ten years ago and Canberra for the RadioFest last year.

I'm indirectly related to Henry Angel. He was my mother's sister's husband's grandfather!

In the Hume and Hovell expedition (which established the route of the Hume Highway to Melbourne), he was a convict assigned to Hume.

Here is the "official" history:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hume_and_Hovell_expedition

However, what is not widely known is that he was the first to swim across the Murray River, with a rope for the boat.

"Much too dangerous! Send one of the convicts!" As you would.

There was no way the official history in those days could reflect the fact that a convict did it because the Great Man wimped out, so in addition to his ticket of leave granted the following year he was given as hush money, land in Sydney Town, the site of today's Angel Arcade. He later sold this, moving to Goulburn and subsequently to Tumbarumba.

Where Henry Angel Flat is named after him.

A couple of poems about Tumbarumba:

https://allpoetry.com/Tumba-Bloody-Rumba

and another one pasted here, authorship disputed but could be John Wolfe or Will Carter, ca 1870

TUMBA-BLOODY-RUMBA

He asked for work at muster-time,
We tried him as a rider,
We tried him out as the rouseabout,
And as the cook’s off-sider,
He had sailed the seven seas,
He’d been up in Alaska,
He’d been in every western state
From Texas to Nebraska.

He said he’d shorn a sheep or two,
And cut a bit of lumber,
And waged war on the kangaroo,
At Tumba-bloody-rumba.

We had him in the shearing shed,
We put him on the stacker,
We tried him digging rabbits out,
He wasn’t worth a cracker,
He had a shop in Singapore,
He owned a pearling lugger,
He was a champ at baccarat,
Australian rules and rugger.

He never showed his aptitude,
On work he was allotted,
But showed his skill upon the drinks,
And cigarettes he botted,
He said he’d climbed the Materhorn,
He’d been a union leader,
And years ago in Adelaide
He was a pigeon breeder.

We tried him cutting fencing posts,
We tried to find his caper,
Until that happy pay-day when
He got his piece of paper.
I wonder what he’s doing now,
Perhaps back on the lumber,
Or shooting kanga-bloody-roos,
At Tumba-bloody-rumba.

Ian ,, Much of the Murray today is not a deep flowing River . The area along the Murray has many many creeks and Rivers that Run too and from the Murray and a some of it floods from time to time, But When they built the Hume Dam it restricted the water so much that the murry is not the deep big River today that it would of been back then when your great relative crossed the River .
When the snow melts the creeks all run into the murry and we have a nice flowing River ,But nothing like what it would of been back then .
its the same story on the other side of the Mountains where I lived as a boy in the Snowy Mountains. Once they built the Hydo Dams the snowy River became trickle . As a boy I would spend all my time around the River and it is beautiful in parts and you can drink straight from the River . I still do today !! There is also some parts where, if you swim in it ,Your body gets covered in tiny fools gold .

Pete

This talks about the Rivers
http://www.albury-wodonga.com/docs/geography.htm