|Dates:||10 Sep 2017 - 8 Dec 2017|
|Duration:||2 months, 4 weeks|
Starting in early September, we hope to travel through the centre of Australia to Melbourne where we will take the spirit of Tasmania to the apple isle and travel in a leisurely fashion for a month.
The home trip took 8 days and we travelled over 4000 km
Hello stranger. Accidentally met up with Astrid at the camp site. She helps manage it. Also met up with Graeme her husband.
Lake Towerrining is a bit like Bonny Doon in Victoria. Ski and bare foot and board riders. Huge ski boats. We only had one night there.
Donald Campbell had only a few days left to break the world land and sea speed records in the same calendar year. He finally moved to lake dumbleyoung for the attempt and on New Year’s Eve he did it. 😅 He died in 1967 in the UK trying to break this record.
This is where the French explorers sheltered. They got very sick I think so didn’t stay. Je ne sais pas !
A windy and stormy day but did the drive to see the islands and bays west of Esperance.
Stopped at Bathers Paradise CP. Tom and Lucy would remember it.
Another big day driving. We managed to avoid the high fuel prices with use of jerrycans. Esperance is our stop for tonight.
A beautiful campsite at an old quarry. Quiet and peaceful.
A big day of driving sees us just out of mundrabilla
The Nullarbor is clearly tree challenged.
This is a well put in the middle of nowhere. It’s the site of an old abandoned school.
Overnight at Ceduna. At last the weather is clearing up.
Port Germaine is a nice rest stop.
An early monument to King Edward VII WHO WAS HE?
A charming old pub on the same street.
That’s right a standard meat/ vegetable pasty up one end. And up the other end, an apple pie. The story is that the miners had both meal and sweets on the one pastie. Oh those Cornish
At last, the Tiddy Oggy. Notice both tomato sauce and cream served with it. 🙂
Too much to take in but books, jewellery and anything else.
Hurray. The rain has stopped. We are in Burra, a charming little historic town in SA. This cafe/antique shop/etc served tea and Tiddy Oggy. We couldn’t resist one to share.
Crossed the border successfully and in Morgan. We stopped here on the way to Tasmania and it was good.
In the rain here tonight. Euston, we have a problem. Cooking in the outside kitchen is challenging. Nice though. Lamb chops and ratatouille. Sue had to cook up all our vegetables or hand them in at the SA border.
On the way home now. In Euston, NSW. You can see Victoria in the background.
A huge rain event caused the cancellation of the AOR rally at Fry’s flat. This is the campsite now.
No it isn’t. This is bonnydoon after we left the area. Maybe next year.
This the size of the system about to hit. Unbelievable really because 36 degrees on Thursday deluge on Friday.
Our entry in the photo competition won easily. It was the only entry. Unfortunately the ranger came and ordered everyone to pack up and leave immediately. When we got back from our ramble, we passed dozens of vans heading out.
Happy days. A quick cuddle st the top of the world. Jim who drove around with us took this one.
Alpine flowers have sprung out to get some sun.
The ski fields are all grass and chairlifts are undergoing maintenance but Mt Buller is still a good visit. A bit hazy so didn’t visit the summit.
It’s a long way down.
Off we go up to Mt Buller. We took Doughty’s track which had only just opened as still had a number of trees and washouts to negotiate. Good fun - for me.
The historic Fry’s hut. Great old building using local logs and a drop slab walls.
The vans are arriving now and the huge campsite is filling up.
This beautiful creek is only metres from our doorstep. Good too because it is hot and humid.
On our site at Fry’s flat. Waiting for the crowd to arrive and 71 other aOR vans.
In Benalla the young mayor got all these street artists to paint some walls. The effect is amazing.
This old brewery only makes cordials now. Pity.
I like this old blokes style.
A recreation of an old time street. Sue loves shopping but these guys won’t accept MasterCard.
Not unlike the one I have from Gwalia. This one is made in Beechworth.
In the Burke museum there is one of only a few stuffed Tasmanian tigers. Quite a ferocious looking animal. Apparently scared the crap out of Tasmanian explorers by prowling around at night.
It’s not Harry powers the gentleman bush ranger. This is the cell below the old court house where remanded prisoners were held. Once sentenced, harry was sent off to pentridge prison.
Who’s that in jail?
Our campsite in the lake sambell caravan park. Very quiet except for the noisy grunting and growling coming from the next door neighbour. There are a number of koala in the gum trees behind us. Very cute.
A little drive along the gorge leads to this bridge the water was used to sluice the gravel for gold in the early days.
A white stallion is hard to drive past.
Yackandanda pub. Yakka is an early gold town. Small but with a really good bakery. Made the best Guinness pie. The gum tree cafe.
Telegraph station , court house and other government buildings all kept in top condition.
That would top you wandering too far.
A quick peek into the brewery
A follow up pint if my favourite to wash down a delicious pizza. Great combination as you well know.
Here is my tasting pallet. The handle was a Ned Kelly helmet. Mmmm
Aha the bridge road brewery. Pizza and tasting.
The bustling main st
The shop has everything honey. All different flowers were there for tasting as well as comb, mead, cosmetics, bee keeping gear, books you name it.
Beechworth honey company has a live hive. I spotted the queen. Can you see it ?
Charming main street
Beechworth has strict building laws to keep it in historic condition. It is really nice to stroll through and today it is packed with visitors and locals.
Looking down on the siege site. The inn is missing now.
Here is another shot of big Ned.
Glenrowan where predictably the main theme was Ned Kelly. An animated showdown was worth $25! We passed on that but it was interesting seeing the place where the siege took place.
Bonny Doon. No jousting poles but plenty of fast boats.
This is a genuine marble statue from 1872 of princess Alexandra.
A little town called Alexandra had a market and garden in the town centre.
Free camp at a river bend in the golbourne valley. Very quiet. Had a bit of a thunderstorm just on sunset which was stirring up the dust and flapping the awning but it passed quickly and was calm from then on. A little rain kept the dust down too.
Met up with Margo and Peter for lunch after a night out with Julie and Pete. Margo prepared a wonderful 3 course lunch that was delicious.
This is a most beautiful sculpture. Ray Ewers was a genius.
Another wonderful sculpture with a deep message.
Remembered to take a photo of the five of us. So nice to meet up with family and relax. Also went out to a fantastic restaurant for dinner. Masterchef eat your heart out.
Town hall of South Melbourne dates back to the 1870’s
Time to browse. The bustling South Melbourne market
Wonky tower blocks.
Great artwork on these trains.
One of the benefits of staying in a top caravan park is the pool. At leanest when it is like today. Hot, no kids, nothing else to do. A perfect storm. Enjoy. Probably get burnt.
Sitting here on the grass doing my blog. It’s about 35 and feels 40. Getting humid I guess so that’s why. My new hearing aids are doing well. I broke the other ones so need a spare pair until they can be fixed. I went to Blamey and Saunders for all you hearing impaired people out there. You can order them on line. I visited their clinic in Albert st and was given the best treatment.
Yarra stroll. Quite pleasant. Had to watch out for commuting cyclists who didn’t want to slow down and nearly collided with sightseers.
Walked down by the Yarra after coffee and then bussed it home.
Some graffiti art on little Collins st We had a French crepe and coffee (sue made me share but that’s okay) and nowhere to sit so this beautiful African American girl shared her table with us. She was from Arizona and ‘getting work’ in Melbourne. Modelling I guess. Sue and her shared photos and stories for half an hour. It was nice to have a relax.
On the tram with about 100 other freeloaders. The free tram was a magnet for people like us. So uncomfortable. Just when we thought it was too packed, the doors opened and a pack of cubs got on board. Arrrgh.
Only paid a half of the price for overseas aids. Win win.
Got the royal treatment at the audiologist. These guys really know what they are doing. Daniel who tested me and got me new aids wore a cochlear implant himself. Such a great place led by dr Blamey and dr Elaine Saunders who won a novel prize for their research into hearing. Go Aussie!!
Chinatown in flinders lane.
Back in Melbourne for a week this time so we are sightseeing. Catching the bus into the city today was bumpy but good. Lunch at Queen Victoria markets. This is a Cypriot souvlaki with rotisserie chicken and chips and feta. Nice but not so healthy. We have to be good for the rest of today now.
The big island is finally in view.
Cruising at 53km/hr. Bumpy ocean to start with.
Statue as we leave Devonport wishing luck to sailors as they leave port.
All on board once more. I stool found the ferry way too big for this harbour but it must be deep, just narrow.
Magic old mansion which is now a chocolate factory.
Time to milk them coos
That is Quamby Bluff. We had a great night out in the countryside for our last campsite.
Lovely wrought iron on this old pub in Deloraine.
He had a trident as well as this Beamer
Trendy coffee shop with art and motorbikes.
From the suspension bridge.
Deloraine looks like a trendy town. Great river and rapids but a train line within 50m of the caravan park. They’re mad!
Cluck a duck. They are everywhere. We are over them. Avoiding duck poo is becoming harder.
Stan’s son Alan eventually became F1 champ like Brabham.
Formula one racing in the 1950’s. jack brabham , Stan (the man with a plan) Jones who imported a Maserati and cleaned up.
Dropped into Perth for some sausages. I was waiting for some local to ask us where we were from. Didn’t happen.
Evandale. Another old town with English history. Old churches and government buildings.
We didn’t look over the farm. Apparently it’s very nice.
Convict built house at woolmer estate. You can stay in it for a price.
This rooster wanted in
At woolmer which is a convict built farm. Amazing what a rich English man can do with slave labour. Such a struggle too wiping out all the aboriginals with the British army to help.
Ducks and ducklings quacking around. Mostly they just hang out with us.
Longford is another old town which still survives. Lovely day again which is now being treated as a heatwave.
Nah. They all seem to have lost interest. When they saw us having lunch there was a waddlepede.
Moved from low head to here today. Longford on the Macquarie river. Lots of ducks may be an issue.
The Batman bridge. We couldn’t help going dadadadadada as we crossed.
The only two monotremes left are the platypus and the echidna. They are so cute.
At last platypus close up. Apparently their number is dwindling and could soon be on the endangered list. Monotremes in general have become extinct everywhere except Australia.
This winch hauls men and ore up the main shaft. After the cave in men were trapped underground with two at the bottom of a shaft filled with rock. They were in a cage but it was being crushed. The incredible rescue effort only resulted in one death.
A horse powered windlass. Without the horse of course.
Beaconsfield is an old mining town. The old building in front is the workshop for an early gold mine. Behind is the mine shaft where the cave in occurred.
The Main Street of Launceston. No cars so I stood in the middle.
Launceston is one of Australia’s oldest cities so expect old buildings. This town hall was loudly criticised when built due to its non English look.
Lunch time. The cruise was successful. Now Fish and chips to share.
Old steel bridge is a beauty.
That’s a walkway along cataract gorge.
Commentary was good. Day was blue. Great value. Cute boat.
Our cruise boat for today.
A monument to when the place was claimed by the brits before the French could get it together.
There’s that chainsaw carver again. This one is very creative.
The Tamar has all these little bays which provide picnic spots.
The owners inherited a protea orchard. He doesn’t like them much but people still use them for table decorations so he gives them away.
An old church next door. Graveyard of course too going back into the 1800’s
Pipers creek farm stay. Lovely property and people. Karinya I think.
Bridport for morning tea. Posh houses and cafes. Seaside resort feel.
Log chopping was very serious and great hulking blokes of all ages competing intensely. I have a video.
Show ponies winning the day.
Here we are at the Ringarooma show. Old cars, girls on hoops suspended above the crown, free milkshakes, cakes, etc. brilliant
A very creative use for cypress trees that have caught the fungus dieback disease. A chainsaw sculpture of war veterans at the memorial. It is 11/11 today so quite fitting. Got talking to the volunteer at the shop and he told us about the agricultural show in Rongarooma just down the road.
The old schoolhouse had heaps of old stuff from we were kids. We had inkwells and used nibs.
The naughty students always sot at the back. Sue reckons the teacher told her to sit there so the bad boys didn’t.
Derby. They pronounce it as we do however once a year they have the Derby Derby a white water race. The town is obsessed with cycling and was once a thriving tin mine town.
The road in had had a tree fall. There was still a gap for us to sneak through.
The St Columba Falls walk through temperate rain forest. Massive tree ferns and a 90 m waterfall.
An unusual pub. The farm family had 7 sons, none of them wanted to farm. They wanted to start a pub. So instead of moving up a town they started one out here. The famous ‘Pub in a paddock’.
This poor old girl was reluctant to pass under the toad with us waiting to photograph her.
Made our way into cow country today. These cows conduct themselves to and from milking facilities. All automatic, each milking is tested and logged for each cow before being pumped into the milk truck. They even have a tunnel under the road.
Saw a whale or two as well outa bit.
Bay of fires. Holiday feel.
A distillery too! Single malt and gin. They also make wine. The full lot.
Beer making. Great craft beers.
Iron house brewery tasting house and seafood. Yummo. Thanks again Sandy
Such a nice place. There is my bride. A bit of a late honeymoon however.
Stopped in at honeymoon bay.
The view over Coles Bay was nice too.
On the walk up to wineglass bay lookout. Finally a beautiful day.
Cute splendid wren was getting used to us by the time we left. This is the male. No we didn’t feed it.
Finally saw a wombat. It was eating roots shoots and leaves.
This winery had a great lookout. Nice wines.
Very tame Bennett’s wallaby. So sweet.
Another fabulous old pub.
The view to the island
We crossed over to a small island. Two graves were on it for locals.
This is on the edge of their property.
They have this awesome view out their lounge window.
A pussycats croquet party
A pussycats tea party.
The tunnel to the library. Proud Mary being performed at the other end.
Cable ties are art!!! So are plastic dinosaur figures. Only when used together however.
The entrance to Mona.
The Derwent river leads to Hobart.
Following the Derwent into Hobart.
The very excellent Russell falls. Massive drop in 3 parts. Tree ferns huge trees (mountain ash, myrtle, black arse sassafras, and black butt)
This echidna was totally in love with Sues Shoes. Must have smelt like food. Very cute.
This cute little echidna had no fear of humans. Kept on sticking its beak into the moss and soft soil looking for worm and insects.
A hydroelectric power station. Huge pipes leading from lakes down steep hills.
This is the centre of Tasmania
The wall is an exhibition by artist Greg Duncan. His first panel tells you it unaustralian to take photos. Very interesting and clever art with Huon pine carved and polished to produce extraordinary depictions of early Tasmanian life.
The pump house is now an exclusive resort and restaurant. We were not allowed to get close.
This is Lake St Claire. About 170 m deep. Formed by glacier action fairly recently!
A beautiful walk in the rainforest (and the rain) brought us to Nelson Falls.
A lookout overlooking Queenstown. That’s a footy oval with a gravel surface. Too wet for grass I guess.
Gold panning was a failure for me. Bloke next to me got a fleck.
Another top up with water and oil the bits and pieces. Entertaining.
At Dubbil Barril station the train turned around. The manual turnstile did the trick. Then they hitched it on the other end of the passenger cars and off home.
The king and the queen rivers join up somewhere here.
The pinion makes contact with the rack and has two pistons which literally winch the train up the incline. Only 3 in the world we are told.
The rack is in the middle of the track.
Stopped at a station in the rainforest. Getting a supply of water for the engine. 3000L of it each time.
It’s only a small train but can tow heavy ore trucks up inclines of 1:12. That’s one metre up every 12 metres. It uses a special geared drive called a rack and pinion to achieve this.
I was selected to wear a silly hat for the journey to speak in an Irish accent and to be mr Kelly, the engineer who designed and built the mine and train for getting the ore to the port at Strahan.
The drivers buddy. He did everything including keeping the burner going. This is an oil fired steam train so it is not reliant on coal or wood. It uses recycled dump oil.
Lovely carriages lined with black butt all polished and gleaming. Very comfortable and oozing with character.
Lyle No1. 120 years old. Still working every day.
Very nice caravan park in view of the mountains on either side.
This is the real deal. looking forward to tomorrow now.
Booked on the little steam train for tomorrow. It is really cute.
Queenstown Main Street. A quaint mining town. The surrounding hills are being quarried away. Copper I think.
The ocean beach at Strahan. Open ocean to the west and no place for the faint hearted.
View from the lookout over Strahan. Rain is on the way!!
Homeward bound. Cheers
Landfall point in the rainforest.
Logs with moss. Huon pine trees 100’s of years old.
A mixed bag of people of all shapes and sizes.
Gordon franklyn dam site.
Huon pine lining the bank.
Entering the Gordon river.
The dormitory where the prisoners ended up staying when they proved to be a good work force boat building.
The penitentiary. This was a jail island you know.
A lime pond on Sarah island.
Sue on deck. It’s a bit fresh but clears the head. And messes up the hair.
Our window seats proved a winner. Also a view to the front.
Our view out the front of the boat.
Skipper is fairly relaxed. Joystick control.
Ship does 25 knots in style.
Man, it’s windy out on the deck.
Leaving Strahan jetty
Lashing out on a cruise on the Gordon River and macQuarry harbour.
The Empire Hotel at Queenstown. We will be returning here after Strahan and a cruise on the Gordon.
Now winding our way some more
More hills and winding. Mt Murchison was the steepest. In second for a lot of the climb. No traffic though so not at all stressful.
Winding our way to Queenstown along the A10. Quiet with traffic and a good run.
This little echidna was spotted by Sue on the side of the road. She is a good looker! By the time we got to photograph it it had buried its little nose and head into a tussock of grass. But we spotted one. Our first echidna. Also saw a wombat and Platypus today. No devil or tiger though.
Tasmania np have excelled in their walking trails. This one travels around the lake, through thick woodland and over watercourses, up rocky headlands. This plank and wire netting board walk is an example.
It’s a nice day here but promises to become windy and wet. It’s already cold but it will be colder. Great walking weather.
On the Dove Lake walk in Cradle Mt np. Glacier rock. The national parks pass covers entry and shuttle bus from the visitor centre to the lake return. Lots of walks to choose from.
I believe that is Cradle Mt in the distance. That’s for tomorrow. Oh saw a platypus in the river near the caravan park this evening. Very exciting 😬👌
We had our dinner out thanks to Sandy at this fine old pub. Roaring fire and Tazzy beers and ripping pub meals. The main bar was the Philosophers bar named after James (philosopher) Smith.
This stunning waterfall is on show in the Main Street. The pub is of course close to the viewing area.
Made it to Waratah. An industrial town with a copper mine. All powered by the river as this water wheel shows. An early hydro power station too. 1907 if I recall.
Sisters Beach is just up from boat harbour. This is where we had a fantastic reunion with Kirk, Jo, Mike and Nancy. They felt like family. No photos of them I’m afraid but a great lunch.
Tulips in every colour. The Main Street of Wynyard.
The Arthur river bridge. This is the end of the Tarkine.
Another sinkhole just off the road.
Sinkholes fill with water to form large and very deep lakes.
The Tarkine forest is heavily logged but pockets of original forest remain.
Very rugged and rough seas as the tannin water from the Arthur river carries trees and debris into the sea.
A moment of reflection on the edge of the world.
You can appreciate the Nut better from a distance.
There is the fishing fleet. Big amounts of scallops caught today.
A chair lift takes you up for $10 each. Then you walk around the top.
Stanley is a scallop fishing and farming town. Very early town. The Nut is a large massif overlooking the town.
Stanley. A very historic town.
Rugged coastline aptly called Rocky Cape
A cave used by local aborigines for thousands of years. The large midden at the entrance shows how much it was used.
We are in a little rocky bay on the other side if the safe water.
Found our spot at the boat harbour free camp. What an awesome view and beach.
Tulips are in full flower. Every colour imaginable.
A lovely spiral staircase to the top.
Half of the windows are red which means if you are in a boat and you see red then you are too close to shore.
180 m above the water the 100 W bulb can be seen for 50km.
Up the lighthouse we learnt about the history of the area from Michael, our volunteer guide.
See the fairy wren on the lawn?
French classic design. Beautiful in every way. Probably broke down a lot but good looking nevertheless.
What about this. A really cool sports car.
Wynyard town boast this fine collection of vintage cars. This is one of the first model T fords off the production line.
A final look out over the hills of North Motton. It’s been a good winter and spring has sprung. Amazing flowers just growing naturally.
Preston falls - pretty and easy to get to
The view down the canyon
700 steps from top to bottom. Very nice path thanks to a local Stephen Mcturk.
Snow on the rocks up ahead
Lush walkway into Leven Canyon
Uncanny resemblance don’t you think?
A little shelter has been provided with a fire place. We took advantage of that. Brilliant.
The old Anglican Church which was here in 1860 was moved to another site but the old cemetery remains.
We met up with some Tasmanians on the Murray river and they invited us to camp in the park near them. They are the caretakers so we said yep. North Motton is a small collection of farmlets ages the remains of a town.
Very hard to capture such awesome views but use your imagination. 😉
Of course transmission towers are up here too.
The lookout at round hill gave a huge view over the area.
Burnie west of Devonport. Surprised us with its size.
The masters games are here in Ulverstone and we had our picnic in the marathon finish line.
There is the ferry leaving for the day trippers. It only arrived a few hours ago in what they call a ‘quick turnaround ‘
A few fairy penguins 🐧 came ashore at Lillicoe beach. They probably will come in later because of the tide.
Grand old houses on the water front.
Nice lighthouse at Mersey point. A young bloke lost his life here saving a mate in trouble in the rough seas below. A tribute to Luke Jacobs next to the lighthouse b
The spirit of the ocean monument at the mouth of Devonport harbour
At night it would be very different with a fountain lit up with special lights.
Bikies getting a welcome to Tasmania search of all belongings. Extra police on hand for the event
Ready to offload vehicles. Waiting waiting
Travelling at 25 knots we’ll be there in 9 hours.
Just about the leave ‘the bay’. That’s Sorrento over there. All the residents peering through their expensive windows at us.
Casting off from Melbourne. The ship is so smooth you would hardly know it’s moving.
At last, into the bowels of the ship
Loading up the vehicles onto the ferry. Lots of Rebel bikies roaring around.
Birthday shopping is always good fun. This HUGE shopping centre meant that we didn’t have to go far to get the perfect shop for what we wanted.
Here we are in good old Melbourne enjoying a balmy night with the roar of planes overhead and millions of other caravanners. An easy run from here to the ferry port on Thursday. There will be a convoy of caravans heading out to catch the ferry from here.
Rhododendrons at the top of mt Macedon
Wow. A big cross!! For war vets
Stunning walkway lined with English plants
Major Mitchell isn’t just a cockatoo
Awesome view from Mt Macedon
Camels hump lookout.
There it is. In the smoke haze.
A nocturnal visitor to share our camp fire
This is the best campsite yet. I hear when it is windy the tree limbs start falling.
Castlemaine. A really historic town.
Burke’s monument overlooking his home town. Castlemaine
This really is an impressive monument. It commemorates John Ohara Burke who was the first non indigenous person to cross the continent south to north. He later died because of a serious mixup at Cooper Creek. It just shows how things can so very wrong very quickly out in remote Australia.
A rare surface feature, this is an anticlinal fold. You can see how the granite , when it was still plastic, was folded into a curve.
This is a Rifled muzzle loader off a British warship. The Victory. Usually muzzle loaders which have the charge and ball loaded from the open muzzle are smooth bores. The rifled bore which spins the bullet, gives the gun better range and accuracy. Later, breech loading guns became more useful, since these guns didn’t need to be ‘run in’ to reload.
This is the map of the area around the campsite.
Cooked breakfast this morning.
Ahh campfire sunset relax time. This is a wonderful campsite. The birds are very entertaining. A big family of white winged cloughs fossicked on the ground while sulphur crested cockatoos screeched on the wing.
Our evening cook up is a loaf of bread.
A savoury bread for us was first out of the oven.
Found this really nice camp site just out of Bendigo up the top of a mountain. Mt Alexander
Bendigo Creek. Paved no less.
Tulip 💐 display in full force next to town park.
Bendigo is a ridgey didge gold mining town. Vast well made public buildings from the 1870’s.
Staying at Wedderburn which is an old gold town near Bendigo. This is the hill where all the finds were discovered. They still yield a few specks as an old prospector claimed today.
We’ve been good - up to now! A pie from the local bakery was delicious 😋
Lunch stop on the Avoca River. Curious as to why the sail fish was there. Apparently the river had Kenyan Swordfish released here. That would surprise the unwary. River monster fisherman territory.
A Lumper !
The Main Street of Sea lake
The fabled lake in glorious sunshine ☀️
Great camp here at Sea Lake. $10 with showers toilets. So good.
That is the pink lake known as Lake Tyrrell. You tube instagram trending stuff amongst millenniums
Just missed the departure of the ps Melbourne
Hey Tommy, show this to Jimmy. Looks like his dream. Really well patronised on the foreshore at Mildura.
A rather spectacular entrance to the state of Victoria.
A bridge that lifts at the centre to allow passage on the water. Quick work from Sue to snap this one. 😉
Great old wooden boat with a steam engine and crew quarters.
Not to mention a windmill an double decker dunney
The real thing, a paddle steamer from 1911, felt a bit upstaged. The Industry was used to remove snags (fallen timber) from the river.
This hilarious barge had flowers, palms and even chickens on board as it approached it played loud C&W music.
Romantic past revealed
Our trip so far is in red.
This old water tower has been converted to a look out. Nice views which the photo doesn’t do justice to.
Lake Bonney close to Berri. Huge holiday destination. No swimming! Maybe it’s quite shallow.
The Murray River. The bridge in the distance is the Berri to Renmark road.
Historic pub 1860. On an old coach route alongside the Murray River
A great barn find
Morgan is a small town with a rich Rail and Port history. This is a part of that complex which is now an information centre. It was raining and nasty so we had a cup of tea and moved on. Nice town though.
Another pub. It seems the last building to go in an abandoned town.
Nice old buildings. This is a pub.
You have to find your way back to the middle of the world on this road. The ‘Worlds End Hwy’
Who would put a car on a stick outside their home. It looked like a Renault
The new day begins
So windy here last night we got up early and racked off. The World’s End tag for this area was a bit too true to its name.
Here we are - the end of the world
We were going to stop in Clare but found it too busy so scooted on. We found this deserted town called Farrell Flat for lunch.
Here you are Tom, doing a little research on you behalf.
The Pichi Richi train getting all steamed up as it pulls out of Quorn. What a noise and time travel experience.
Pichi Richi train at Quorn.
Quorn in the north flinders ranges.
Dawn at 9am
The little creek just near our campsite. This is Warren gorge in the North Flinders.
These shy Adelaide Rosella were enjoying the warm afternoon like us.
What’s that looking at us?
Shoreline cp in Port Augusta. Our second visit and a nice place to stop.
Found a bush camp just off the highway. Getting too tired to continue so beer o’clock!!
Nice wayside stop for lunch
Time to leave. Lovely family time comes to an end. We’ll be back.
Down there tucked amongst the trees is the Ewers-Reilly house.
Got up for an early walk and found myself up spencer hill at dawn. Quite awesome.
The Oils in full flight. What an awesome concert. Thanks Tom and Lucy for a wonderful birthday present.
Beautiful afternoon beer in the sun. Alice turns it on.
Ticket office at oils concert. Going down the Todd for pre concert drinks. That’s Sammy in the background from Papunya. He was the leader of the original supporting band when the Oils did their first concert in 1987 in Alice. He didn’t have any ID and told the lass behind the counter he was a black fella from Alice Springs. That was good enough for her. Haha
This magnificent river red gum is in toms front yard.
Tom is making a chook pen for the front yard.
All these paragliders are staying in the back yard. They are part of a club and Rich invited them to share the best of what Alice has to offer. So far they have only had 2 wet nights of sleeping in the back yard here but the weather is improving...
Half way point. Spending a super fortnight with Tom, Lucy, Poppy and Tully. We are camped out the back and although the flu is about, catching up with everyone is epic.
The back patio is where most action takes place. Here we have just got up on the roof to clear the gutters. Just as well because the next few days are raining and stormy.
How’s this grand daughter with a spring flower headband?
We attended the last day of Poppies school which was a Spring Festival. We danced, had games like a treasure hunt and then , a feast!
Lining up the galahs in the centre.
Check out the train line creation. A Sunday taken care of.
Still too cold in there for me but maybe by the end of next week ...
This is blue boy and flower girl. Works of art. A bit like our grandkids.
Our the back of Giles st in Davidson park.
Tasting the beers. What a great choice. Two pale ales, a traditional English bitter, and an Irish stout. Heaven.
Tully gets home from school first.
We're here! Now just have to wait until end of school. Arrived just as Lucy was getting into her cab to go to the airport. She'll be back in a week.
Ellery Creek Big Hole. Rough track to get in. Crazy guy climbing the loose cliff face. Nice and cool
The ochre pits.
Great place to wake up.
Great light for photography
I found another model parading for the cameras at the gorge.
These girls were being filmed frolicking in the tepid waters of ormiston gorge. They were very professional and when I went for a swim, I discovered they were good at pretending too. It was freezing!
Mt Sonder from the lookout.
This galah was very friendly to me and let me scratch her and sat very calmly on my hand. As soon as I transferred her to Sue it nipped her. Drew blood! Talked to the cleaning lady later and she said it hated women and everyone stayed clear of it.
Up there somewhere
I helped this bloke find a geocache in the rocks above the life ring at glen helen gorge
Paddling in the gorge.
When we arrived just on sunset last night we discovered we couldn't raise the roof. After some help from David, our friendly neighbour, he had to hold the roof up while I inspected the springs, I found the culprit. That bolt in the middle of the scissor spring had sheared. We unjammed the lever and got the roof off after about an hour of stuffing around. Showers and a spaghetti bolegnese from the freezer and we went to the pub to party. I fixed the bolt the next morning. This is the first time something has broken on the Q 😢
Ahh resting up today at Glen Helen. Camped right in front of the bluff. Great music and time at the pub last night danced the night away.
A great performer. What a pleasant end to our trip across the desert.
After crunching our way on this very uncomfortable road reached Morris pass. A quick snap before heading for Glen Helen.
A view from the road of Gosses Bluff.
Tyler's pass was actually a good campsite as well as having fantastic views.
This walk was cut short anyway.
The gorge walk at Kings Canyon. The rim walk was too hot so we left that.
Kings Creek Station. This was the scene of the (now) infamous Getaway end of shoot party where Jules and the cameraman and the helicopter pilot kept us up all night when we had an early rise for our helicopter joy flight over the peterman ranges. Grrr
A very friendly dingo going for scraps at a roadside stop. Had a good chat to travellers in a Prado.
The turnoff to Kings Canyon off the Lassetter highway.
Curtin Springs Station. Some nice birds were to be seen. (They were in cages)
The sunset from the second dune. Talked to the people who got their large Kakoda up. Quite a feat.
our new best friend.
Our camp site is down there somewhere.
The view from near our camp site.
What's that in the distance?
The bitumen again seems a little boring.
This is a nice walk into a gully
The olgas or Katatjuta.
Here is his cave where he perished poor bastard
Here is the full story.
Poor old Lassetter died here. He got caught out alone with no water.
This is the Len Beadell plaque tree. A very distinctive ghost gum.
This is a replica of the plaque set in this area by Len beadell.
Dawn over the ranges.
We then loaded the brazier up with wood and let her rip.
We used the brazier for grilling some chicken pieces tonight for the first time. Pretty good now I've drilled extra air holes.
That's the right spot. After much moving, checking and moving found the perfect spot. That's Gill's Pinnacle in the background at 869 m it's the tallest peak around. Apparently Lassetters reef is in those hills full of gold.
The road ahead is rocky and stony. The ranges ahead looked like a Namatjira painting.
The roadhouse near Giles weather station which was closed when we got there. Timing is everything and haven't been able to nail the tour and weather balloon launch yet.
Here we met Helen and Pam who have been on the road for six months and on the way back. Looking for a way from Menzies to Leinster. Must follow that up.
How's this for a concept car. Tractor parts and other good bits all over.
This high tech windmill has a solar panel as well. No idea why but an innovation nevertheless.
Lots of camels with young on this part of the road. Apparently they like sleeping on the road at night so be careful.
Some parts were very bad but mostly quite well maintained. The closer we got to the border, the worse it got. Apparently on the other side the grader has just given the road a trim.
The view from the top of the bluff at sunset was stunning
Pulled in to Desert Surf on sunset. Glorious colours reflected off the cliff.
Shady spot to stop for a cuppa. The Pines
On the dirt.
In a hilarious twist, this horse was patiently waiting outside the door at 8am. For the pub to open. The horse was not restrained in any way and was dressed in a blanket against the cold.
One of the many towns that have disappeared, Kookynie still has a pub.
Day 2. Boondi to Niagara
Ahhh. Barbie over coals and sunset What can I say. I wonder how the other half are living.
This is Niagara dam which was built for the township of Niagara in 1895. The town is now gone as is the use of the dam. A great campsite however.
Overlooking lake Ballard
Orabanda pub. This was the site of a murder when the licensee of the pub, an ex policeman, shot a bikie from distance as they sat around a campfire. The ex cop was killed later in a car bomb.
It's a long way to the top if you want to climb a rock
The view from the drone.
This is a terrific campsite. The water is the collection dam from the rock. It is channeled into the dam and attracted all sorts of bird life. And campers!!
Boondi Rock. That's a tautology isn't it? Left the wet weather behind. Got here at 3.10pm 480 km on one tank. The air cond is clattering so that might need to be replaced in Alice. Not life threatening though.
Meckering. In 1968 devastated by a major earthquake. I remember feeling it in Perth with the fridge doing a dance across the kitchen floor. We were playing poker with kidney beans and they flipped off the table all by themselves. 😁
Day 1 plan
|Dates:||10 Sep 2017 - 8 Dec 2017|
|Duration:||2 months, 4 weeks|
Starting in early September, we hope to travel through the centre of Australia to Melbourne where we will take the spirit of Tasmania to the apple isle and travel in a leisurely fashion for a month.