Have any of you ever been to Dorrigo in Northern NSW? I can't say I'm an expert on the place. The one time I visited, it was an incredibly miserable Saturday afternoon with cold drizzle and icy winds.

Along with the sad weather, the town of Dorrigo just didn't excite me or my partner, Simon. I was expecting the best as Dorrigo is accessed via the beautiful Waterfall Way which starts in the lovely, picturesque township of Bellingen.

What I found, however was an odd little place that felt abandoned. The majority of the shops were closed and it was a Saturday, and there were only a few people around and they all seemed to be at the local pub. Maybe it was just the weather but Dorrigo was a full-on ghost town in an incredibly beautiful setting.

Most people would tell me that I had to visit the National Park for that is the main reason why people come to Dorrigo. I didn't do this. The boyfriend and I were on another mission altogether: to find Megan.

No I'm not talking about finding myself, I'm talking about the ridiculously small township, with under 200 residents; the delightful, the magnificent, Megan in NSW! We drove a fairly long way from Dorrigo to get there and when my GPS was telling me we had arrived all I could see was farmland. I was worried as the black clouds were setting in and we still had a long drive back down the mountain, through Bellingen and back over to our little flat in the coastal town of Sawtell.

We continued to drive along, hoping to see some kind of town or a sign printed with the fantastic town's name but nothing was there. About to give up on our mission, appearing out of the fog like in some sexy Micheal Jackson music video (he’s still cool right?), there stood an old rickety sign that plainly said 'Megan'. It was more amazing than I could have hoped for.

We expected some daggy sign along the lines of ‘Welcome to Megan; Population whatever’. But to get a plain ‘Megan’ sign; how much more perfect could this be for photo opportunities and the obligatory Facebook check-in for someone with the shared namesake?

I know that I will probably never see that sign again or even venture up to Dorrigo. This little detour one Saturday afternoon was a memorable one. Adventures come in all shapes and sizes. This one was a bit bloody random but then again, how many of us can say that we’ve found ourselves literally?