Arthur Creek, 41 02 13 S, 144 40 44 E (463 Km, including ferry).We eventually boarded the ferry at 7;30 pm, and we went immediately to our cabin to drop off our overnight bag before returning to the deck with all the facilities, restaurants, shops etc.We stayed outside for a short time to photograph the sunset and then had a meal in the dining area, fill your plate for only $19 and we enjoyed a substantial roast beef dinner (how Jenny got 10 potatoes on her plate and the rest I don’t know).After sitting in the lounge perusing the information brochure’s we had obtained from the on-board information office and drinking coffee, we retired to our cabin, we had been allocated a 4 berth and I wanted to use the ladder and sleep in a top bunk, Jenny told me to act my age and sleep in one of the lower ones.The crossing was really comfortable and despite the rough seas in the Bass Strait I only rolled out of bed twice (good job Jenny was already on the floor, and I didn’t sleep in a top bunk), just joking, the only thing that I did keep loosing was my doona (UK = duvet). Some woman woke us at 6:05 am shouting in the speaker next to the bed to tell us we would be docking at 6:50 am, by the time we had showered and dressed wewere almost in Devonport and were asked to make our way to the vehicle decks, a bit of forward planning here, we had noted the vehicles near the exit door, one that particularly stood out was an immaculate lime green Ford Escort RS2000 (we couldn’t miss it), it is amazing how many people were running around like headless chickens looking for their vehicles not knowing which deck they had left it on, never mind whether it was located port or starboard or bow or stern, we went direct to ours, (I suppose the size helped).Bet you are thinking how good we are at planning, WRONG, We drove off and sat in the queue for the Quarantine Station, remember we said we had stocked up before leaving Victoria, BIG MISTAKE, we did not know that fruit and vegetables are not allowed to be taken into Tasmania, it cost us $32 to restock in the next town and ours went into a bin.We could have risked going through we suppose, but a dog with a long nose with his handler (who also had a long nose ) looked particular alert.We had a slow drive along the coast stopping at lunchtime for a couple of hours we were both tired and we had a short “power nap” before continuing to our camp site, the itinerary hadintended us stopping for the day in Devonport before continuing, (we thought we may be tired, I particularly don’t sleep well the first night in a strange bed, notwithstandingthe roll of the boat and hum of machinery) but we need to gain a few days with the shorter time we have here.We arrived at reception at the camp site, a telephone and a number to ring, “just find a site, my mother will see you in the morning”, she had better come early, we are going on a river cruise at 10:00 am tomorrow!
Monday 10th November 2008
Stanley, 40 45 81 s, 145 17 61 E, (89 Km).Despite the “deposits” dotted around the motor home during the night we failed to see either a Wallaby or a Wombat although we did hear them munching in the early morning. We drove the short distance down to Arthur River and arrived at the “Reflections River Cruises” premises (which includes a shop and holiday units) at 9:40 am run by Rob and Kaye, Kaye made us coffee before we went down to the river to join Rob on the boat.Once everybody was aboard we started on our cruise, first of all to the river mouth to see the difference the high rain fall had made to the sandbanks 48 hours ago and then upstream passing White-bellied Sea Eagles and Azure Kingfishers on the way.After 15 kilometres we reached the limit of navigation, where the Arthur River is joined by the Frankland River and we returned to Warra landing, 50 acres of rainforest owned by Rob And Kaye.We had chance while we enjoyed a gourmet lunch, complete with several varieties of Tasmanian cheese and a selection of wine, of talking to some of the other passengers, small world again, Ken and Margaret were on holiday with their friends from Tasmania, Colin and Janet, Ken and Margaret live in Cannock Wood, Ken originally lived in Kingstanding the same as me.After a wonderful lunch, Rob gave us a very informative guided walk stagger showing us the many unusual trees, ferns and orchids that grow along Warra Creek Valley, eventually we reached Warra Falls where we turned back along the rainforest path to return to the river.On our return to Arthur River we drove to “The Edge of World” lookout, swim straight out from here, next stop “hello amigo”, Argentina!Tonight we are at Stanley (just seen a tenuous connection here with my last sentence, can you?) Tomorrow we will attempt to climb a monolithic circular headland known as “The Nut”, stamina and the weather permitting, should be a great view from the top if/when we make it, before we continue for a short time back along the coast before turning inland through forest and mountain towards (if not beyond) Rosebery.
Apologies for lack of updates Wireless Internet access in “Tassie” isn’t easy
Tuesday 11th November 2008
Learys Corner, 41 33 43 S, 145 57 03 E, (205 Km).We made it to the top of “The Nut” this morning and with Perkins Bay on one side, Sawyer Bay on the other and Stanley town nestled in between with its brightly coloured roofs, the views were superb, I had thought of using the chairlift to reach the summit, but after Jenny’s antics on the lifts in New Zealand I was not prepared to take a chance, to save embarrassment we could have gone up separately and I pretend that she didn’t belong to me.After lunch at the same place as Sunday we continued to Hellyer Gorge State Reserve for afternoon tea and walked the short trail along the river.We then made an itinerary change deciding to drive to Cradle Mountain/Lake St Clair National Park as the weather had improved and it was a shorter driving distance than from Launceston our original access point to the park, planned for later in the trip.We arrived at 4:00 pm at the transit hub and didn’t think late in the afternoon that it would be worth the $22 park pass for a short stay plus the shuttle bus fare to Dove Lake and were going to come back tomorrow instead, however, talking to the helpful lady at the information desk, she explained the $22 fee was for 24 hours and as long as our motorhome was no bigger than the shuttle bus (which it wasn’t) we could drive ourselves the 7.5 kilometres to Dove Lake.Therefore, rather than wait until morning to drive up to Dove Lake and Cradle Mountain we drove up the narrow winding road to the car park, with several passing places it was no different to some of those narrow roads in Scotland.The view from the car park was fantastic the view from the shore of the lake even better and we spent the next 3 hours walking and taking photographs and with the wind dropping the lake became (almost) calm for some photos of the reflections in the lake, we even walked to the boathouse a photo of which must be on every postcard, calendar, and guide book of Tasmania.We drove back down from the car park in the twilight, luckily the many Wallaby’s we saw having the sense to stay off the road, we hadn’t arranged a camp site but the lady at the info’ desk at the transit hub told us that many people (as long as they are self-contained with toilets etc) stay in the information bay about 5 kilometres out of the park, so that is what we did, we were on our own, other than about 3 vehicles that passed in the evening, a nice quiet night.
Wednesday 12th November 2008
Strahan, 42 09 15 S, 145 19 16 E, (171 Km),Up at 6:00 am and we were the first vehicle at Dove Lake, we wanted to get there early for the sunrise and the light on Cradle Mountain and hopefully a calm lake for some photographs.While Jenny prepared breakfast I went walkabout, first towards Glacier Rock and then a return to the boathouse, although the mountain was still in shadow I was pleased with the results.We were joined for breakfast by two Wallaby’s, but for the first time in a least 3 months I had a bacon roll, no way was I going to share it, or my fruit salad so they both hopped off very disappointed. It was a lovely morning (despite being only 3 degrees C when we woke up) so we decided to walk around the edge of Dove Lake a 6 kilometre, 2-3 hour walk, it was one of the best walks we have done, good track, boardwalk and steps for the majority of the way and obviously the views of the surrounding mountains were great, especially as there was still snow in a few places. The sun was getting warm as we walked around and the boardwalk conducted the heat very nicely so there were plenty of small lizards to see, I was also keeping a wary eye open for snakes as they also enjoy warming themselves in the morning sun.I did not keep my eyes open enough, just a couple of yards from me a Black Tiger snake about a metre in length suddenly moved, I now hold the world record for the hop, skip and jump without touching the ground, the snake holds the world record for slither and slide, luckily in the opposite direction to me, wish I’d got a spare pair of underpants!We also saw a White-lipped snake and another small one we couldn’t identify, until now we have only seen 4 snakes in Australia since arriving, today we have seen 3 in a morning.We left the National Park at lunchtime, finding a small drive off the main road were we had lunch and a shower (we didn’t have time this morning) before continuing on our way, stopping once for an Echidna crossing the road (tried unsuccessfully to get a decent photo) and a stop for an afternoon cuppa at Macintosh Lake Rest Area.We went down to Ocean Beach after tea for the sunset and also hopefully see the Mutton Birds arrive back from their fishing trip, neither was successful, haze as the sunset and we didn’t see the Mutton Birds.
Falls was our first walk this morning, just out of the town we could have
actually walked here from the holiday park, the falls themselves, although not spectacular, were quite pretty and the walk through the rain forest just after breakfast could only have done us good.We had thought of going on one of the river tours from here, but they seemed similar to those at Arthur River and almost twice the price so we decided not to bother. After a morning coffee stop at a lookout we arrived at the town of Queenstown and to quote a magazine “who did this terrible thing”. Mining for Tin, Copper, Silver and Gold over the last 150 years as left the surrounding area like a lunar landscape; Mount Lyell disfigured, no forest, the vegetation either poisoned or burnt and yet, as we left the town (only stopping to top-up with diesel) and climbed up the steep narrow road there were rock formations that had obviously got a lot of minerals in them and the colours were quite beautiful.We stopped at a lookout with interactive boards above the town for photographs and looking down we had the thought that man had done here what nature had done to Death Valley, California.Why then did one look so ugly and the other so beautiful?After a break at Lake Burbury for lunch our next stop was Nelson Falls these were spectacular and only 20 minute return walk along the rainforest track along the Nelson Creek from the car park.We saw the distinctive shape in the distance of the mountain “Frenchmans Cap (1443m) ” as we drove along the Lyell Highway and had our afternoon stop at the start of the “Frenchmans Cap” walking trail, we did think of doing the walk, but 3-5 days seemed rather arduous so we contented ourselves with a walk on the trail of 3-5 metres (well we can say we walked it) We did actually walk as far as the Franklin River then there was a major obstacle a 1 person only swing bridge, Jenny doesn’t do swing bridges not even short, wide ones and certainly not long, narrow ones, she took a photo of me in the middle while she was still on terra firma and we then returned to the car park.Tonight we are parked right on the edge of a lagoon and although right near the road, we have not seen any vehicles for a long time, anybody that uses this road after dark would be either brave or stupid, it as been at least 70 kilometres of switchback mountain road with long ascents and the inevitable descents. We did have an amusing episode about an hour ago, when I thought that Christmas had come early, 5 girls piled out of a car near us, alas they were only interested in photographing the sun as it went down, it was raining at the time and as they ran from the picnic shelter back to their car it made for an interesting spectacle.The weather here tonight as been very interesting, high winds, heavy showers, a spectacular rainbow and brilliant cloud formations as the sun finally disappeared.I have been out the motorhome several times taking photographs, getting wet in the process andfrightening a Kangaroo (and he me) when we inadvertently bumped into one another.
Friday 14th November 2008
Cambridge (Hobart), 42 49 94 S, 147 26 74 E, (316 Km)We were on the road just after 9:00 am for the drive to the South West National Park and Lake Pedder after having a lovely comfortable night by the side of Bronte Lagoon and although colder the wind and rain we had last night as stopped.We only stopped twice, at a small village for milk and bread and for our morning “smoko” at a rest area in Ellendale.The South West is a gloriously wild area that covers almost a ¼ of Tasmania with only the one road penetrating it as far as Lake Pedder and the Gordon Dam, we decided to do our normal thing i.e.,start at the farthest point and visit all the “scenic spots” on the drive back this has normally worked very well for us (Litchfield and Flinders National Parks), when you can only return the same way rather than do a circular trip, big mistake this time!We stopped at the first viewpoint at Lake Pedder which was just off the road and were having a nice peaceful lunch, then BANG, a vehicle coming past had thrown a stone at the side of the motorhome and shattered theside window, it was toughened glass so it went into a mosaic pattern of a thousand (I didn’t count them)pieces, however luckily it remained complete in the frame.We obviously had nothing to use to cover the window so we covered the inside with a spare sheet and closed the curtain, before making our way back to civilisation and phone coverage. Once we got back on the road the bumps soon caused some of the glass to start falling out and by the time we got to the township of Westerway a sizeable piece was missing from the centre. some having fallen inside and the rest on the road.The local grocery store sold us a roll of wide sellotape and Jenny magically produced a large bin liner (from our Cape York trip in May) and we did a makeshift repair before phoning Maui. After a transfer from the help line to the Hobart branch, David was soon on the case, and “to cut a long story short” we have to be at the Hobart branch to pick up another vehicle.Luck again that we were only a comparatively short distance from Hobart and including the drive from Lake Pedder it was about 3 hours, (probably seems a long distance in the U.K but in Australia it is “just down the road” and we are now used to it). Must mention before we left Westerway, whilst waiting for phone calls from Maui we tried “The Possum Shed” a coffee shop recommended in the Lonely Planetthe coffee with macadamia and caramel slice were delicious and we sat in the garden overlooking the creek watching for Platypus, hopefully, if time, we may return to this part of Tasmania we need to re-visit our itinerary in the next couple of days.As we are now in Hobart we may as well tour this area while we are here, we will tell you tomorrow how things transpire.
Saturday 15th November2008
Mount Field National Park, 42 41 09 S, 146 42 95 E, (91 Km).First stop this morning the Britz/Maui depot near Hobart airport, it was only 7 kilometres from the camp site we stopped at last night, so we were there in a few minutes.David the lad we spoke to yesterday was waiting for us and all we had to do was drive our motorhome side by side with the sliding door adjacent to the new one and transfer all our important belongings i.e. food, beer wine and cider across from the one to the other, Jenny (as usual) organised the “swap” very well despite ending up with 2 power cables, 4 plates, 1 cup and no broom (joke) we soon had everything safely stored, a quick drive down to the servo (UK = filling station) to top the old one up with diesel (the new one was full) and we were on our way, the whole operation taking us about a hour.The new van is identical to the old one other than being a VW and not a Mercedes (same company anyway) but it is a turbo 3.5 litre instead of a normal aspirated 2.8 litre (might give the FordFalcon 4.0 litre police car a run for its money now).The reason for the change was that there was not a side window available and it is a special order from Germany taking 14 days, surprised really that there is no stock in Aus’, perhaps they need a Parts Operations Manager here, I might come out of retirement if the price is right!We have decided to return to our original destination of yesterday and could not resist stopping at “The Possum Shed” in Westaway for lunch, Coffee, Turkey on Turkish bread (just realised what I just wrote) and we shared, not wanting to appear to greedy an Apple Strudel.We arrived at Mount Field National Park to purchase a park pass, you may have seen on Tuesday we bought a park pass at Cradle Mountain National Park for $22, what we should have bought was a 2 month pass for all the Tasmanian parks for $56, we had mentioned to the ranger that we had already been to Cradle Mountain and despite no longer having the 24 hour pass, upgraded us to the 2 month one for $34 anyway, a great gesture we thought.We then drove the 2 minutes to “The Land of the Giants” (so called because of the tall trees) camping ground, unusual in that it is a private enterprise within the National Park , unfortunately since we arrived here mid-afternoon it has poured with rain so we haven’t ventured away from the campervan, tomorrows forecast isn’t great either, (well we are in the “roaring forties”) we will have to see.
Sunday 16th November 2008
Berriedale (Hobart), 42 48 52 S, 147 15 41 E, (65 Km).That was a very cold and wet night, we had hoped to walk up to the “Gloworm Grotto” but the rain was so heavy we didn’t bother, nor were we able to watch for the different animals that frequent the camp site.This morning it brightened up a little and at least it had stopped raining (well almost), the intention today is to explore the lower part of Mount Field National Park, after another browse around the information centre we walked up the trail to Russell Falls and photographed the impressive falls, dodging the “wrinklies” that had come by coach who were insisting on having their photos taken with the falls as the backdrop.We then decided to descend to the car park have a cup of tea and biscuit before taking the longer trail to Horseshoe Falls, The Tall Trees trail and the trail to Lady Barron Falls a 2 hour circuit walk, with the weather improving the walk was very enjoyable and not too demanding.Both Horseshoe and Lady Barron falls were as impressive as Russell Falls and the colours of the mosses, ferns and other flora were also outstanding, the tall trees (a type of eucalyptus) were mighty, one of the tallest being 79 metres high, comparable with some of the trees in New Zealand and the Sequoia in California that we have seen.We returned to the car park and had lunch before our drive back to Hobart, we could not pass through Westaway without a 3rd visit to “The Possum Shed” were we were once again warmly welcomed by Majella and Barry and enjoyed their speciality coffee and cake, if visiting Tasmania and near Westaway call in at this riverside café, for lunch or a snack, you will not be disappointed.It is a pity that we had to abort our previous visit to this area, and will not have time to drive up to Lake Pedder, but we are pleased we made the effort to revisit at least a small part of it.Tonight we are once again near Hobart and will probably visit the city itself tomorrow, we will attempt to update the website, the caravan parks we have stayed at so far have not had wireless internet, people have said that Tasmania is about 10 years behind mainland Australia, that can’t be a bad thing can it?
Monday 17th November 2008
Snug, 43 03 87 S, 147 15 77 E, (53 Km).First stop today was Woollies to top up our larder, especially our fruit, we had run out of Pink Lady apples and these are the only one’s I eat.We found our way to Hobart and our first “point of call” there was“The Royal Tasmania Botanical Gardens” and after our smoko in the car park we headed for the main gate and wandered through the many featured trees, plants and flowers for about a hour.We thought we may have a problem parking in the centre of Hobart, so I had asked a taxi driver in Woollies Car Park the best place to park she directed us to an area, right on the harbour at $4 for 2 hours and we parked without a problem.We walked the short distance to the centre and strolled around the harbour, buying lunch at a fish barge in the marina, I tried Trevalla and Jenny Blue-Grenadier, which were both very enjoyable (we tried each others), just wish the portion of fish was bigger, we walked back to the motor home to eat as it was too cold to sit outside. We were going to drive to one of the lookouts over the city, but the weather has turned wet and misty so we would not see anything anyway, we stopped instead at a Book exchange shop and exchanged some we had read and have driven straight to the caravan park and will relax here for the day.We would have a great view if the weather cleared, right on the main waterway into Hobart with Bruny Island to the East a short distance across the channel, tomorrow we will visit another National Park, we just hope for an improvement in the weather.
Tuesday 18th November 2008
The Neck Campground, South Bruny Island, 43 17 46 S, 147 19 72 E (294 Km).We didn’t go far for our first stop today, Margate (today we have also visited Dover, Kettering and Southport), the place where the last passenger train in Tasmania ran from, the train was still in the station so punctuality isn’t a priority here, the track was overgrown it had been there that long.Each old carriage had a variety of different retail outlets, including, souvenirs, toys and clothes, the one that interested us the most though was “The Pancake Train”, we couldn’t resist it, despite having breakfast less than 2 hours ago, we sat in the old carriage drinking a mug of coffee each whilst we waited for our pancakes, Jenny had Apple and Cinnamon and I had Berry, (Raspberry, Blackberry, Strawberry and Redcurrants),as is our “norm” we split them 50/50, although I did think it ended up 60/40 to Jenny. I did complain, but as I couldn’t finish all mine, I guess I didn’t have an argument!We then drove along the Huon River to Southport, a wonderful bay with several small tree covered islands, almost looked like a South Seas landscape after a cup of tea overlooking the bay we went as far as we could on the bitumen road to the Ida Bay Railway a scenic narrow gauge railway that runs for about 6 kilometres to Southport Lagoon, we would have had to wait 2 hours for a trip so we didn’t stay.Southport was also the farthest point South we could travel by road, so we have now travelled to the 3 farthest points we could go to in Australia, pity we missed out West.We returned along the Huon River via the more scenic coast road which had recently been “bitumened” in fact in a couple of places they were still working on it, quite funny waiting at roadwork lights when we must have travelled about 20 kilometres without seeing another vehicle apart from those involved in the road construction.Our next intention was to drive up towards Tahune Forest Reserve, but after travelling about 25 kilometres we realised that all we were seeing was plantation, I HATE PLANTATIONS, nothing worse than seeing regimented rows of trees with hardly anything growing underneath and they were so high we couldn’t see the mountains beyond, we decided to turn round and go to the campsite we had chosen………….Then I had a bright idea (well I do very occasionally) instead of travelling to Bruny Island tomorrow why not go tonight?There were only2 ferry sailings left 5:00 pm and 6:30 pm, Betty (the SatNav) said we would get there at 5:05 pm so we thought we would catch the 6:30 pm, we got to the ferry terminal at Kettering and the ferry was still there, then it got a bit confusing, the guy at the ticket office (that he’d just locked) holding is hand out to halt us, the guy on the ferry ramp waving us on!The “ferry ramp guy” won, “ticket office guy” unlocked his ticket office, charged us $25 return for a 5 metre vehicle, ours is 7 metres and should have been $39 return and on to the ferry we rolled.Just paused typing for a while to we see if we can see the penguins as there is a rookery close by.Phew, been out 45 minutes walking along the beach, came back rather windswept and glowing despite the cold, good job we took our head torches with us to find the path back, Penguins?No!Have a look on google earth and see where we are free camping tonight.We are on the South Island after crossing the narrow isthmus from the North Island (truly one island actually) I hope there isn’t a high tide.
Wednesday 19th November 2008
We always seem to sleep well when we are not on an organised camp site, I guess other than the sound of the ocean and the birds there is nothing to disturb us and we feel so relaxed.We thought today we would explore South Bruny Island and drove to Cape Bruny lighthouse car park, then walked the rest of the way up the steep track to the lighthouse proper, well not really proper, because the lighthouse is now defunct and they have put the light a horrible ordinary car headlamp complete with solar panel on the next hill along, I hope they have told the ships captains that sail this way they have re-positioned it!We spent the rest of the morning there including having an early (ish) lunch before continuing to Cloudy Bay, no, we don’t know why except perhaps its always cloudy there, the other reason may be the water was a brownish colour as the waves broke on the beach, we think it may be tea tree which is washed out of the eucalyptus trees, but we are only guessing.If you have been following our travels you may remember the lovely couple Brian and Pat (both originally from Hull) we met on Magnetic Island, Queensland in June, they invited us to visit them when we reached Tasmania and they are lucky enough to live on South Bruny Island.We arrived at the small village Alonnahand eventually found their house, (went past it the first time, of course it was MY fault), unfortunately there was nobody at home, however Rex a neighbour had been told we may be calling, Rex informed us that Brian and Pat had gone to the mainland (Tasmania) 3 days ago but should be back either this evening or tomorrow.We decided therefore to visit the village of Adventure Bay before returning to the Neck Campground where we enjoyed a good nights rest last night, taking a chance with a second night without mains power, hoping the leisure battery would last, without (a) the fridge defrosting (b) the water pump not workingin the morning and not being able to have a shower. Pat rang in the evening, they had arrived home and we would see them tomorrow.
Thursday 20th November 2008
Alonnah, South Bruny Island, 43 18 61 S, 147 14 75 E, (11 Km).We need not have worried (we weren’t anyway), the chicken, steak, and mince is still frozen and Jenny doesn’t smell, she had a shower (perhaps I was a little worried), we now have to try it in the hotter temperatures for 2 consecutive nights (whenever that will be).We arrived at Brian and Pat’s house a little after 10:00 am, it was great to see them again and we spent all day catching up with each other’s news, they showed us around their wonderful garden, Brian’s workshop and Pat’s studio.Pat isproud of their garden and rightly so, fantastic Roses, Geraniums and Gazanias and many other’s growing in profusion in a multitude of colours.Brian experiments in his workshop (currently on hydrogen power for vehicles), he andhis mate Rex having the occasional incident causing explosions, fire and mayhem (although I noted the roof of the workshop was still intact and not on the “Tassie” mainland),the workshop is also home to “Poppy’s Jalopy” their motorhome (an ex-Japanese bus) which Brian has expertly converted, Pat is also a very accomplished painter and fantastic pictures adorn the walls of their house and her studio.They kindly allowed Jenny to use their computer to check and update our internet banking, something we have been unable to do for over a week before Brian drove us up the road to meet their neighbours Rex (who we met yesterday)and Liz and their little dog Lolly.We had a great chat to them and they showed us their opals from a mine they part own in Andamooka, South Australia, the colour and patterns were exquisite, and they presented us with a piece of raw opal rock before we left to spend the night on Brian and Pat’s drive in our motorhome, complete with main’s power from a lead into Brian’s workshop.
Friday 21st November 2008
Severn Mile Beach, Hobart, 42 51 22 S, 147 30 50 E, (92 Km).What a wonderful view to wake up to, Brian and Pat’s house is in an elevated position overlooking the D’ Entrecasteaux Channel, several islands, the mainland opposite (that we visited Tuesday) and the Hartz Mountains and ranges (still with patches of snow) in the distance, made the more special by the weather being better than forecast (this morning at least), yesterday we could barely see Satellite Island the nearest one to Sunset Bay and Alonnah.We spent the morning chatting and listening to Brian and Pat’s adventures (and escapades) on their travels around Australia since they arrived in 1967 before walking down to Alonnah to see their motor-sailer moored at the small jetty, (previously a type of bailey bridge used in Hobart before the Tasman road bridge was built). After lunch we said our goodbyes and made our way over the causeway to the North Island with the intention of visiting the northern point, the weather then decided to take a turn for the worst and the warm, sunny morning turned to a cold, wet and windy afternoon so we changed our minds and headed for the ferry terminal, great timing (again) the ferry was loading as we got there and we rolled on board and within 30 minutes were once again on “Tassie” itself.We drove to the other side of Hobart in very heavy rain and now 8:06 in the evening it is still raining, at least it looks as though we have a working internet connection at this campsite (Severn Mile Beach Cabin Park) and hopefully will be able to catch up on emails, web update etc.Tomorrow we will continue our Tasmanian travels, snow is expected , we presume only on high ground (yes, I know its only 9 days until summer here) but it is anticipated that better weather will be with us on Monday, we will wait and see!
Saturday 22nd November 2008
The obligatory visit to Woolworth’s and a top up with fuel was on top of the list this morning, before our drive to Port Arthur and Tasman National Park, we stopped for smoko at Dunalley before taking the road to Pirates Bay and the Tessellated Pavement, no, we hadn’t a clue either what it was and I bet you don’t know either, I’m not going to tell you, “Google” it!Just 15 minutes drive away was the “Tasman Arch” and Devils Kitchen, both sea cliffrock formations, impressive, but not as impressive as those on the great ocean road, they lacked the colour (the dull day didn’t help). After lunch overlooking Waterfall Bay, we thought the old coal mine near Premadeyna sounded interesting and so it was, Tasmania’s first operational coal mine discovered in 1833, it served as a place of punishment for the “worst type” of convicts.The old building’s though mostly in ruins had very informative notice boards and the rows of cells including those for solitary confinement, which were standing, looked very forbidding.We also drove the short distance to the main mine shaft (now filled in) again very interesting notice boards with some history of the crimes committed which sentenced a man to serve his punishment here.We arrived at Port Arthur to late to view the ruins of the penal colony here, instead we drove along the coast and stopped at a couple of picturesque bays before turning back.We did visit the Visitor Centre and had a look around, most of the interest surrounding the many stories ofthe penal colony and the hardship and punishment the convicts endured. Another reason Port Arthur is unfortunately known is for the massacre of 35 people and the injuries to many more, when a “madman” opened fire with a gun in a café here in 1996!Rather than stay on the Tasman Peninsula which was our original intention, we have driven back to Seven Mile Beach, it means we will have less of a distance to travel tomorrow, hopefully we will have time to visit Maria Island, which can only be reached by passenger ferry.
Sunday 23rd November 2008
Triabunna, 42 30 52 S, 147 54 70 E, (110 Km).A short drive to today and we went first to the Information Office, we thought there would be a few different excursions to Maria Island but all that is available is a passenger ferry over there at 9:30 tomorrow morning.We took various brochures and information leaflets away with us and went to the local coffee shop to peruse them before deciding we would indeed visit the Island.The weather is still pretty miserable so we sat in the motorhome overlooking the Mercury Passagebetween the mainland and Maria Island relaxing, reading and watching the clouds clustered over Mount Maria, hoping for a break in the weather so at least we could see the summit.Late afternoon we drove to the campsite, which is only 5 minutes drive from the ferry, as there is no shops or transport we need to make sure we take all that we need for the day in our rucksacks, including our wet weather gear, although the forecast for tomorrow is slightly better.
Monday 24th November 2008
Coles Bay,42 07 42 S, 148 17 11 E, (113 Km).We boarded the ferry at 9:30 am for our 40 minute (should have been 30 minute but the sea was rough) crossing to Maria Island and after a short stop at the island’s information centre to study the various walk options in the time we had, we decided to merge two together, “Fossil Cliffs Circuit and The Painted Cliffs”4 hours in total.As we startedour walk we stopped at some of the 19th century convict and industrial ruins before taking the cliff top path to the “Fossil Cliffs”.We were already completely on our own, there were only 28 passengers on the boat and the only other people on the island were those camping and some in the small accommodation blocks, the lack of people and vehicles certainly helps the wildlife, plenty of kangaroos, a couple of Wallabies and a first in the whole of our trip, a Wombat, he was foraging along the cliff edge and we thought we were lucky to see one, later in the day we saw another five!After a short break for refreshment and biscuits we walked down to the fossil cliffs, where millions of fossilised shellfish are embedded in the limestone rock.After a strenuous walk back up the cliff along the cliff path and then inland across the island, stopping firstly to look at a Kangaroo with a Joey in it’s pouch and then the ruins of a industrial engine house.Somewhere near here we took a incorrect path and ended up at the “Convict Reservoir”, never mind it was a perfect place to eat our lunch at the picnic table and bench which had been thoughtfully provided, even if it added an extra hour to our walk.We eventually (despite the high wind directly in our faces) reached the “Painted Cliffs”, managing to arrive at the correct time i.e. within 2 hours of low tide, to see the beautifully coloured and patterned sandstone cliffs bordered by pretty rock pools. and the sun even came out for a short time to further enhance the spectacular scene.We made our way back to Darlington the little township of a bygone age and watched the ferry boat wallow across the bay to the small jetty, the crossing back seemed even rougher than in the morning, great fun.As we are a bit behind schedule, we drove to Coles Bay in the early evening, ringing ahead to the caravan park to make sure they would still be open, (which they were) and tomorrow we will visit the Freycinet National Park which is only a kilometre from the caravan park.
Tuesday 25th November 2008
After a busy day yesterday we didn’t rush this morning and after a 5 minute walk to the bakery for our lunch “buns”,we left the camp site just after 11:00 am and drove to the Freycinet National Park Information Centre for a walking map.The major walk in the park is to the much photographed “Wineglass Bay” and we being no exception made that our priority, not a long walk 3 hours return from the car park, the amusing thing is that people don’t do their homework, call at the visitor centre to find which road to take, not realising that the only way to see it is to walk (mostly uphill).We made it up to the lookout without much trouble (we only stopped 20 times to rest) and had lunch there, people watching and waiting for the opportune moment to take photographs when the sun came out to show the colours at their best.We were very patient and stayed for about 2 hours before finally descending (with a bit of ascending thrown in) back to the car park for a welcome comfort break (no toilets up there) and a cup of tea.The next walk was easy, driving up to Cape Tourville (Dean was no where to be seen) and circumnavigating the lighthouse, a 20 minute boardwalk trail with a panorama of Wineglass Bay to the Friendly Beaches,(not “friendly” beaches butbeaches called Friendly, if you see what I mean).On the drive back we stopped at (here we go again)…….. Sleepy Bay, which despite its name often experiences wild and rough seas, like today, I’d have called it Wideawake Bay!Our last stop before returning to the campsite, was just for a photograph of Hazard Beach(I won’t even go there) and the Hazards the range of granite mountains which dominate Coles Bay, hopefully tonight with the weather improving we might just get a sunset over the bay, however bangers and mash beckons first.
Wednesday 26th November 2008
Cosy Corner North Camping Ground, (Bay of Fires Conservation Area), 41 13 29 S, 148, 16 91 E, (154 Km),After a quick look around the small township of Bicheno, primarily to find a Bakers, we drove to Douglas Apsley National Park and walked through the rainforest to Apsley River Waterhole although the weather has improved, it was nowhere near hot enough for a swim (anyway I didn’t take a towel with me) so we contented ourselves with just the walk.We were unable to go all the way to the waterhole lookout because of fire damage to the lookout timbers, I went and had a nose anyway, nothing that a few 3 X 2’s wouldn’t cure, plus a hours labour.After returning to the main road we continued along the very pretty and rugged coast stopping for lunch at a picnic area and to “try” and get a decent photograph of an Echidna that was crossing the road, they are not very co-operative when it comes to having their photo taken, they just flatten out tuck their head in and dig into the earth.We arrived at St Helens and after filling up with diesel, $1.48 instead of $1.95 at Cole’s Bay camp Site, a massive saving when you buy 51 litres!, we went to the visitor centre and Tony was very helpful, suggesting that we camp at the free camping ground at Cosy Corner North, (the same one that Pat on South Bruny Island suggested).After a quick look at Binalong Bay and we had “binalong” the esplanade as far as the Boat Harbour Point, we retraced our steps and continued onto the camping ground.We were going to have a look at the other free camp sites along the Bay of Fires, but once we had seen Cosy Corner we didn’t need to drive anywhere else.It really lives up to its name, plenty of space, flat, shade if required, the ocean just metres away over the sand dunes and clean toilets!
Thursday 27th November 2008.
Longford, 41 35 41 S, 147 07 47 E, (238 Km).Bit of a mistake, I should have taken the opportunity of taking photographs of the Bay of Fires in the late afternoon sun yesterday, the brilliant orange lichen on the rocks,with the turquoise sea and white sand does not show up as well in mist and rain (with the occasional rumble of thunder) that we had this morning.Another mistake, we thought “The Gardens” was a scenic point at the end of the bitumen road, well it showed a scenic view on the map, wrong, The Gardens is the name of the small village, there is a scenic view from there but it was hardly a “wow” factor.The weather was looking a bit brighter so as we passed the Cosy Corner camp site on the way back to St Helens we had our morning cup of tea there and took some photographs before continuing our journey, 11:15 am and we had only done 15 kilometres!Our next destination was St Columba Falls State Reserve, one of the highest falls in Tasmania at about 90 metres,we had a delightful walk through the cool rainforest to the falls viewing platform and the sun, at last, shone through the cloud just as we got there, which made up for the dismal morning.Jenny made lunch while we were there, only sandwiches but it was a bit of a challenge as the camper vanwas parked on the slope of the car park, could have done with a gimbal on the gas cooker to boil the kettle.After a further stop for our afternoon tea and also at another couple of lookouts we arrived at Longford, today we have been on probably the most undulating and winding roads since being in Tasmania climbing up and over several high ranges, a great drive with spectacular scenery which we have really enjoyed and this evening is the warmest we have had since being here, lets hope it continues.
Friday 28th November 2008
Between here and there, Sensation Gorge State Reserve, 41 33 81 S, 146 20 94 E, (234 Km).We started on a “high” this morning driving along the highway with poppy’s growing in profusion in fields almost as far as the eye could see.Tasmania has the greatest proportion of legal poppy growing in the southern hemisphere and is sold to pharmaceutical companies throughout the world, mainly to manufacture codeine.“The Great Lakes” were our destination this morning and we thought the roads were demanding yesterday, but today’s were even more so, we climbed up through cloud and were amazed when we came out of the cloud and were on top of it, not like mist when you see it below you in valleys, but like in an aircraft when you are flying at 39,000 feet, pity we couldn’t get a decent photograph as the trees were in the way.“TheGreat Lake” is the largest natural lake in Australia and sits on Central Plateau at 1050 metres the landscape to say the least is wild and the weather can change at any time (see below).We stopped a few times to view the lake and finally stopped at another called “Pine Lake”, so called because of the old Pencil Pines that are there and walked the 30 minute boardwalk trail to the lake edge.When we returnedwe stayed in the parking area for lunch, we had almost finished when it started to rain and thunder, then it hailed.We finished lunch and started to descend down the ridge, wow, we turned a corner and there was at least an inch of hail/ice on the road, needless to say I drove down hill very carefully before the hail turned to heavy rain, when we got to the bottom we were back in better weather and the roads were dry, not an experience we want to repeat.Our next stop (other than for a stiff drink, tea) was “Alum Cliffs” a trailto a scenic lookout, Jenny went prepared wearing her anorak (it was spotting of rain), I just went, unprepared.It starting to thunder loudly as we got there and we beat ahasty retreat back down the track as it poured down with rain.Jenny did give me her hat to stop my bald patch getting wet, but she wouldn’t part with her anorak, which I thought was rather selfish!On our way again, on a drive up “The Great Western Tiers” a scenic route to some show caves, however we were too late for the last tour so we drove as far as we could until meeting a gravel road and then returned to a small clearing which I had spotted on the way, which I thought might suit us for our overnight stop.It was actually flatter than the last 2 “proper” campsite’s we had stayed at, no rolling out of bed tonight.I will be in the “doghouse” at the last campsite we stopped at, I forgot to return the toilet block key, I can just picture the people now, standing outside with their legs crossed!
Saturday 29th November 2008
Latrobe, 41 13 98 S, 146 24 21 E, (265 Km). It was raining when we went to bed last night and it’s was still raining in the morning, pity as we are in Tasmanian Devil territory and we would like to have left the windows open to see if we could hear them, all we did hear was the incessant drumming of the rain on the roof. It did stop during breakfast and once we drove down the range the weather showed signs of improving, we were going to Launceston to have a look around, but for some reason all the roads into the city centre were closed so we carried on to Hillswood and stayed on the Egg Island Nature Reserve for a morning smoko and lunch before continuing to George Town, we only stopped their a short time before returning to the main highway to crossthe Batman bridge over the River Tamar.Quite an impressive structure, pity they could only afford to build one supporting pillar, still one was enough to see us over.The intention was to stay the night at Port Sorrel but we decided to continue to Latrobe which is only about 10 minutes from the Spirit of Tasmania ferry terminal at Devonport.This is a super little campsite only opened recently, we only knew about it because a man jumped out in front of the motorhome at a set of traffic lights (thank goodness they were on red) when we left the ferry 3 weeks ago and handed Jenny a leaflet.Platypus in the River Mersey, yes, we had a walk down to the river this evening and saw one, the first since Eungella National park in Queensland.
Sunday 30th November 2008
Devonport Ferry Terminal, 41 10 75 S, 146 21 90 E (27 Km).Latrobe township was a pleasant surprise, just the one main street with shops either side, we wondered up one side and down the other and even found a Sunday market (UK = car boot sale) where I bought a couple of paperbacks, we then finished off at a the bakery for coffee and muffins. We thought we would then walk along the river (Mersey) were we saw the Platypus last night, continuing on to Bell’s Parade another riverside walk with a BBQ, picnic area, Platypus Interpretation Centre, plus, “The Australian Axeman’s Hall of Fame”,credit to this little town a lot of the work to make it so nice has been done by the town residents with some government funding and they are justly proud of it, the caravan site last night was also one of the best we have stayed on, mainland included.If we were going to reside in Tasmania this township would have serious consideration, only 10 minutes from the ferry terminal as well.The brochure for Warrawee Forest Reserve sounded an ideal place for having our lunch only 4.5 kilometres from Latrobe, we were so right, a lovely grassed area (kept short by the Kangaroos and Wallabies) with picnic table and benches right next to the river was perfect and rather than just stay for lunch we stayed for the rest of the afternoon, relaxing, reading and walking along the river until it was time to drive to the ferry terminal. After a short wait, the gates were opened and we collected our boarding cards and cabin keys, went through the usual security checks and were on board for our 8:00 pm sailing nice and early (7:00 pm), in fact we had our roast beef carvery meal before the ferry had left the port.Not such a good view from our cabin this time, a lifeboat was partially blocking the seascape, but a least it was reassuring that it were so close!We have really enjoyed our time in Tasmania despite the inclement weather, just wish they could have thought up their own town names, Beaconsfield, Swansea, Sheffield and Dover, to name just four, reminds us that our trip is coming to an end.Tomorrow we will be back in Victoria, visit our Victoria II page to see the latest news of our trip.
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