Day 45, 1st June – Johanna Beach to Melbourne (10032km – 10324km)
Wow, what a cold and windy night to start the first day of winter. I was glad when the light filtered through the window a little after 7:15am. No mucking around this morning and as a result I had abandoned the camp prior to 9:00am. My plan is to drive slowly and enjoy the scenery between here and Anglesea. As the road is wet and slippery I am being quite careful with the driving. After Appolo Bay the road basically follows a magnificent coastline that begs you to stop and enjoy the views and suck in some of that cold salty that is blowing in off the Bass Strait. There are lots of hairpin turns which reduced my average speed to about 45 kmph. It took about 2.5 hours to travel about 120km but it was definitely worth it. I picked up some speed once I hit the M1 and by 1:00pm I had arrived at the Big4 caravan park in Coburg, Melbourne.
After setting up the van I thought I would have a cup of coffee. Bugger, the cylinder was out of gas and I had not refilled the other empty one. I trundled over to the office and placed an order for 2 refills of gas. They asked me to bring over the other bottle so back to the van I went. After packing the bed away so I could access the gas bottle I discovered that I had inadvertently forgotten to turn the gas on. Shamefaced, I returned to the office to adjust my order. The staff just laughed and gave me a refund.
I have a bottle of wine cooling down in the refrigerator as a welcome back Alice present. At around 5:00pm I will brave the Melbourne peak hour traffic and head out to the airport at Tullamarie. Alice’s flight is due in from Hobart at 5:45pm and I can’t wait to see her. The traffic was light so I arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare. Unfortunately, Alice’s Jetstar flight was slightly delayed and as a result she did not stride through gate 30 until 6:20pm. A few hugs later and we were on our way out of the concrete jungle, less $24 for under 2hours of parking. Owning an airport is definitely a license to print money.
Day 46, 2nd June – The DFO (10324km – 10342km)
Another day and guess what it is cold and it is raining. Our plans for today are quite flexible and in the end we decided to pay a visit to the DFO at Essendon. After a quick walk around we found a Coffee Club franchise and thanks to Lilian returning my wallet I was able to purchase a two for one coffee. Alice spent a few hours checking out the various outlets while I found a chair and read my Kindle. She did manage to source a few items and also purchase me a pair of track pants. Just because the elastic had gone from the old pair didn’t mean they wouldn’t last for a bit longer.
Day 47, 3rd June – Melbourne to Lakes Entrance (10342km – 10684km)
There is nothing to keep us here in Melbourne so we were able to get on the way just before 9:00am. The first part of the journey is quite horrendous as you have to negotiate your way through the last of the peak hour traffic, numerous traffic signals and a great big ring road. After about 35 minutes we hit the eastern ring road and our travel became less onerous. I nearly had a fit when the M1 was called the Monash Freeway and not Princes highway. Going with the M1 was the correct door and within an hour we were out into the country. This part of the drive was far more relaxing as we traveled through some beautiful countryside. There were a number of road side stalls that called us to pullover but we thought we had enough spuds to last us a while yet. The small towns along our route had familiar names that I recalled from my primary school days. English and Scottish sounding towns such as Moe, Morwell, Traralgon, Rosedale, Sale, Stratford which was of course on the Avon River and Bairnsdale rolled by before we eventually reached Lakes Entrance at 2:30pm.
After setting up the van Alice and I went for a long distressing walk along the waterfront. Firstly, we ambled across a bridge that connected lakeside with the surf. There was a huge surf club with great amenities and an easy walk down to the beach. The sun is shining which warms us a little against the cold weather. The beach here is a far cry from what I recently experienced at Johanna. The wind has dropped and as a result the water would be inviting if it was not so cold. This would be an exceptional place in the warmer months where you could just relax and fish by the water. On our walk the big thing that I noticed was that there were three mini golf courses all vying for customers. Alice and I were up for a challenge but alas being winter none were open for business. How lucky was she! One of the other attractions is a cruise on the waterways that make up the Lakes Entrance area. Most of the companies were charging around $55 for a three hour cruise.
The caravan park here has exceptional amenities especially if you do not have any equipment. The camp kitchen has everything you need to cook up a feast as well as a refrigerator to keep your beer cool. The shower block is small but again someone was thinking when they designed the shower space. Again this is a place where we wish there was more time for us to get to know the lay of the land.
Day 48, 4th June – Lakes Entrance to Eden (10684km – 10931km)
This morning we departed at a reasonable time and headed north up the Princes Highway. There were plenty of locations along the way which if you had time would be worth the effort of further investigation. The scenery on this section of the highway was exceptional and there were a number of areas where you could pull over for a free camp. At lunch we stopped at a free camp site just north of the small town of Genoa. We were having a relaxing time and next second we were invaded by another ten caravans. It was a club who had decided to set up camp here for tonight which proves it must be a good stopover. Twenty minutes after lunch we powered into NSW which meant that on this trip Alice has visited every state except Western Australia and if you are picky the ACT.
We stopped for the night at the coastal town of Eden which sits on Twofold Bay. After setting up in the aptly named Garden of Eden caravan park I went for a long walk along the foreshore. There are some great walking trails and the beach looks excellent. In the town centre there are plenty of shops, restaurants and The Killer Whale Museum. The historic cemetery overlooks the water and would be an excellent place to be laid to rest. It is certainly a location which would be worth a longer stay.
Day 49, 5th June – Eden to Shoalhaven Heads (10931km – 11301km)
Today we have a longer drive but we also want to take a scenic route along the Sapphire Coast. After leaving Eden we turned off the highway at Pambula and were soon at Merimbula. This looks like a southern version of Hervey Bay with great waterways and lots of seafood. If I could have found somewhere to park I would have brought some of the many oysters that were being offered for sale. As you travel north from here there are numerous surfing beaches and lakes for swimming and fishing. Bermagui was a bit of a disappointment as we could not get a decent coffee.
Back on the Princes Highway we passed Potato Point before stopping at Batemans Bay for supplies. You know a town is big when it not only has a Coles and Woolworths but an Aldi and a Bunnings as well. There is still another 130km to travel so after a coffee and cake we were back on the road. There are quite a few small towns that the highway does not bypass so you get to see quite a few historic buildings as you drive through at a sedate 50kmph. If time would have permitted we would have stopped for a browse through Milton. Approaching Nowra the rain started to fall which with the huge increase in traffic made towing the van a nightmare. The traffic queues were over a kilometer long which meant constant stopping and starting. Eventually we turned onto Bolong Road which meant it was only 15km to our destination. We put our faith in the Nav Bi.. and once again she led us astray. She completely missed the caravan park but with some luck we found our way to the park.
We have gone the whole hog and booked a drive-through site with an ensuite. Setting up should have been a breeze but the rain started coming down in buckets. After getting saturated we were not in any mood to cook dinner so we headed up to the local bowls club. The menu was comprehensive but I could not resist the pensioner’s staple of roast pork. The entertainment was first class and we relaxed over a couple of drinks whilst listening to one of the local crooners. For an additional $35 we could have purchased tickets to see Jon Stevens.
Day 50, 6th June – Winter Wine Festival (11301km – 11349km)
After last night’s rain the weather today has turned out brilliant. Just up the road from the caravan park is the historic Coolangatta estate which was built by convicts in 1822. The estate has accommodation but we are here to sample some of the nine varieties that are grown here. They are one of about twelve participating wineries in the Shoalhaven Coast winter wine festival. After purchasing a festival glass for $10 we were able to enjoy some fine wine and cheese. They also operate Bigfoot Adventure Tours which is an exhilarating ride in an open air 4x4 truck to the summit of Mt Coolangatta. The view of Seven Mile Beach and the Shoalhaven River was magnificent.
Our next stop was the Two Figs winery. The word must have been out as there were over 100 cars in the carpark with more flowing in. The winery is built on a hill overlooking the river and the surrounding grassy lawn is an ideal place for a picnic. We managed to squeeze our way into the tasting room and try most of the wine that was available for sampling. Overall the quality of the wine was quite good.
Needing a break from the drinking we hit the road and took a drive up to Gerroa and Gerringong. For all those old league nuts I did manage to find the pub that Mick Cronin owns. On the other side of the highway there was an opportunity for lunch at the Roselea Vineyard. Some music, wood fired pizza and of course a couple of wines as we overlooked the vineyard was a great way to spend our lunch break.
Our path back to Shoalhaven took us through Berry. We had a walk around the shops which were being well patronized. The town had a real Montville feel about it. Our last stop on what has been a very full day was Mountain Ridge Wines. Like all the other wineries this one was perched high on a hill with great views. We tried a few of the wines and cheese and then found a spare couple of chairs to listen to the band that was pumping out some good blues music. I even managed time to sample one of their craft beers called Bolong Black. With the sun going down it was back to the van for a relaxing dinner.
Day 51, 7th June – Shoalhaven Heads to Newcastle (11349km – 11649km)
Well I’m glad today is Sunday as we are heading north up Highway 1 through Sydney to Newcastle. There is plenty of traffic on the roads but at this time of day the majority of it I heading south. There was a driver reviver just south of Woolongong so we pulled over for a complimentary coffee which always comes with a couple of Arnotts biscuits. The Nav Lady wanted us to turn off highway 1 but given her past record I ignored her. This turned out to be a huge error as the highway turned into a two lane nightmare through the Sutherland Shire. Lots of traffic signals and a 70kmph speed limit really put the brakes on our travel speed. Eventually we found our way onto the Eastern Distributor and dived under the airport and Sydney Harbour. Our joy was short lived because as soon as we hit the northern suburbs it was a stop start journey for about 15km through the burbs. Once we hit the Newcastle Expressway it was all systems go as we sped north to our rendezvous with Brian, Kerith and their beautiful girls.
We arrived at 2:00pm and Brian who is resting up after a recent hernia operation was there to meet us. This is free camping at its best as we parked the van half on the footpath and quickly set up for the night. The girls came home soon after and we spent the afternoon catching up. It is a full house as Keith’s niece Tahnee and her husband Reece are also visiting. Kerith cooked up a delicious meal which went well with some organic pale ale from the Red Oaks brewery.
After watching the long movie Inter Stellar we headed out to the footpath and another night in the van. There was a good chill in the air so Alice turned on the cooktop burners to add some warmth while she readied herself for bed. With double layers of everything she nearly looks like the Michelin Man. With the rattling sound of a coal freight train in the distance we drifted off to sleep.
Day 52, 8th June – The Newcastle Song (11649km)
It was definitely a cold night as I awoke to the sound of water dripping onto the roof above our expanda bed. The rising sun started to warm the dew on the roof of the van which sent it cascading in little rivulets along the perimeter of the roof. We had a morning coffee before entering the sanctuary of the Weld household. Some quick ablutions and we were ready to face the day but not before devouring some delicious pancakes whipped up by Jessica and Brian.
Our first stop for the morning was not on the heritage trail but nevertheless is an important stop for visitors and Novicastrans. It was of course the iconic Ugg boot factory owned by the Mortel family. The original owner who migrated from the Netherlands is a member of the church which Brian and Kerith attend. After some obligatory photos with the giant Ugg Boots it was off into the store to browse through the stock. That turned out to be a bad move as I purchased a pair of seconds for $75 and Alice a pair of slippers for $50.
Kerith guided us to a free parking spot on the fringe of the CBD. As we strolled down a very steep hill and past many empty car spaces to Hunter Street. I remembered this street from an old tune from 1974 named “The Newcastle Song” which was sung by Bob Hudson. It ranks up there with the Slim Newton classic “Redback on the Toilet Seat”. After grabbing a quick coffee we headed up the street to Scratchley Fort where they are letting off the cannons as a salute for the Queens Birthday. On arrival at the fort we were greeted by the haunting sounds of Scottish bagpipes. Nothing like hearing Mull of Kintyre on bagpipes. It was a special day for the volunteers as they get to play with the guns. You can see by the expression on their faces that they can’t wait for 1:00pm to roll around so that they can let loose with the ammunition. The fort is on one of Newcastle’s prime real estate positions with commanding views of the river, surf beaches and the pelicans. At the appointed hour Dad’s Army let loose with the cannon and the boom would have been heard for miles. It certainly startled the resident seagull population and the hardy surfers that were riding what was a pretty good break. We wandered down the hill straight past the sausage sizzle and headed over to Scotties Fish ‘n’ Chips shop. We found an outside table and ordered up the standard fare. We did add one unusual ingredient and that was a beetroot scallop which was surprisingly tasty. Brian went one better and had the fish burrito.
With the meal over I accompanied the girls whilst Brian and Reece went back for the cars. Kerith’s parking folly came back to haunt the boys as they nearly expired when they had to walk back up that very steep hill. The foreshore walk is great as you get amazing views of the water and rugged coastline and at the end there is a great lookout. Back in Thornton Tahnee has whipped up some apricot chicken for dinner and Alice prepared some salted caramel tarts. Later in the evening the girls including Reece donned their cosi’s and jumped into the Weld hot tub. They were glowing when they jumped out as well as being totally relaxed and ready for bed.
Day 53, 9th June – Newcastle to South West Rocks (11649km – 11995km)
Another cold night but at least we did not have to get up at 4:00am to travel to the airport like Tahnee and Reece. We did hear them go but drifted off back to sleep and awake at a more sane hour. After a quick coffee we joined the Weld family as they readied themselves for school and work. We had a great time with Kerith and Brian who soldiered on despite his recent operation.
It did not take us long to get ready and we were soon on the A1 heading north for our next destination South West rocks. The highway north to the Port Macquarie turnoff is first class. Apart from slowing down to 80kmph at the very small town of Coolongolook where we did stop for a sausage roll and a coffee we bypassed most of the major centres. It would have been nice to deviate through places like Forster, Tuncurry, Gloucester and Taree but our grey nomad schedule will not allow it. The last 20km of the journey was quite scenic as we followed the Macleay River into South West Rocks.
We have decided to stay in the South West Rocks Tourist Park which has excellent facilities and borders one of the small creeks that runs into the Macleay. After setting up I made my way to the South West Rocks Dive Centre to ascertain if I could arrange a dive for tomorrow. My luck was in and I am booked in for a double dive at the unseemly hour of 7:00am. Next on the agenda was a quick reconnaissance drive of the local area. The caravan park at Horseshoe Bay looked very inviting and they had a couple of powered sites with uninterrupted views of the ocean. It looked like a good spot if the wind was blowing from the south east. Next stop was the Trial Bay gaol which for a gaol has the best location if you have to spend some time in stir. There are also some waterfront camp sites for $27.50 a night which has a super view of Horseshoe Bay. The waterfront sites don’t have power but that is a small inconvenience given where you are positioned. I thought about staying here but thought there would be nothing available. You can be wise after the fact. Just on dark I made it back to our site and relaxed with a cold beer while Alice prepared our evening meal. Sausages never tasted so good!
Day 54, 10th June – Diving Fish Rock and Smoky Cape (11995km - 12032km)
The shrill call of the mobile phone alarm clock at 6:00am woke me from my slumber. A leisurely coffee and I was off to the dive shop for some underwater excitement. Alice meanwhile slept in until 8:15am, lucky bugger. Two boats are heading out today and our destination is Fish Rock. After negotiating a rather lumpy bar at the mouth of the river it was a smooth ride out to the rock which lies just off the Smoky Cape Lighthouse. Once I had geared up I must have looked like a large sea lion in my 7mm wetsuit. With a not so graceful backward roll I entered the frigid water of the Pacific Ocean. The water temperature was a toasty 20 degrees and the moment some water leaked into the wetsuit I knew I was alive. After descending the mooring line we were in a narrow gutter with a sandy bottom. Within a couple of minutes I saw the first of what was to prove many Grey Nurse Sharks. On occasions there were four sharks gliding slowly past us with some over 2.5 metres in length. There were also Wobbegong Sharks and Blue Cod in the gutter. After about 50 minutes it was time to surface and try and thaw out.
During the surface interval there were whales breaching and a couple surfaced within 20 metres of the dive boat. I managed to down a cup of soup and a few lollies which warmed me up considerably. Our next dive was a swim through Fish Rock Cave which has a maximum depth of about 25 metres. This was an amazing dive as we swam through some narrow spaces and vertical shafts. There were heaps of lobsters, cod, puffer fish, large painted crab, wobbegong sharks, and a large bull ray that just wanted to swim beneath me. In another section there were heaps of moray eels and an octopus. I had plenty of air left but after 50 minutes I needed to surface as the cold was setting into my bones. Back on the surface it took me ages to get my shivering under control. Before heading back to shore we saw some more whales which gave us a good buzz.
Back at the van Alice and I prepared our evening meal which will be lamb goulash. We even had time to prepare a nice bacon and egg sandwich. Umm delicious! After lunch we went for a short drive to visit the local sites. Our first stop was Horseshoe Bay where we sat on the headland and watched the local dolphins patrolling the nearby rocky outcrops in search of dinner. The weather was great and we were sheltered from the South Easter that had blown up since lunch. We both thought this was the spot for an afternoon happy hour. Next stop was the Trial Bay Gaol where we were greeted by the resident kangaroos. There was probably around twenty of them in residence. Alice agreed with me that with amazing views and reasonable facilities the camp sites here are amongst the best on the east coast. Our last destination for the day was the Smoky Cape Lighthouse. The two old lighthouse cottages which have three double bedrooms are available for rent. Solitude and location would make this an ideal getaway for a group of friends. Oh, the view from the lighthouse takes in Fish Rock and the long beach that leads down to Hat Head. Even with the wind blowing Alice was able to see heaps of whales on their migration north. There is also a barbeque area with resident kangaroos and birdlife to keep you company. Just below the lighthouse is the Smoky Cape campground which is part of the national park. The sites were reasonable and set in the bush not far from the beach. A good spot for fishermen as there is beach access providing you have the dreaded vehicle permit.
Day 55, 11th June – Kempsey and The Heads (12032km – 12203km)
The rain bucketed down last night and there are quite a few puddles lying around. We took a drive into Kempsey, quickly looked around and just as quickly left. The town is basically cut in half by the river with most of the shopping and older buildings on the west bank. After our tour we followed tourist route 12 which took us back towards the coast and the seaside village of Crescent Head. It is a small village with a caravan park in an ideal beachfront position. I think that you would need to book early if you wanted a site in the summer months. There is also a country club that has a small golf course right on the water. We took a drive up to the headland lookout and were greeted with a large rainbow. Unfortunately, it did not last long as the rain squalls rolled in from the south. Years ago we fed some magpies on the headland and were pleased when the resident flock once again showed up for some lamb tidbits.
Lunch was getting close so it was off to the other head, Hat Head for a nice big juicy hamburger with homemade patties and plenty of beetroot. Thank goodness there was no mayonnaise. Hat Head is much smaller than Crescent Head but it does sport a bowls club and a caravan park. It would be a great spot to stay in summer or if you love fishing. Prior to heading back we checked out the hungry Head Campground. The last 3km is all dirt road and after all the recent rain there are plenty of potholes. The drive was worth it as this national park campground is well grassed which the local kangaroos seem to appreciate and it is an easy walk to the beach. Camping fees are $5 per adult plus a $7 a day charge for the vehicle. If you are staying longer you can purchase an annual pass for $20. There is also vehicle access to the beach which runs all the way to Crescent Head.
Our last stop was the small village of Gladstone which is nestled on the bank of the Macleay River. I think they had more historic buildings here than Kempsey. It seems like the artists like this place as there were a few galleries sequestered here. We bought some expensive vegetables at the fruit and vege shop before heading back to the Rocks. We finished our day with some gentle exercise and a roast lamb dinner.
Day 56, 12th June – South West Rocks (12203km – 12228km)
After breakfast this morning and in between the rain squalls Alice and I managed a walk of a few kilometres. From the caravan park you can take a path along the old river entrance which brings you around to Horseshoe Bay. From here you can easily continue along the beach to Trial Bay Gaol but we opted for a coffee that was brewed with Toby Estate beans. There were plenty of pelicans about as well as a couple of grizzled old fishermen who were out to catch a few black bream.
After lunch I organized my dive for tomorrow and found a spot where I could connect to the internet. After logging on I was able to partially complete my dive course on Diving with Nitrox. Alice meanwhile has decided to take in a movie at the Roxy Theatre. It is a quaint older style building which is also used as an arts theatre. It warms my heart when I see a theatre manager dressed up like a maitre-d in a swish restaurant. There is nothing like a nicely pressed white shirt and black bow tie. After the movie I chauffeured the gorgeous Alice to the Country Club for a fine dinner. The only thing missing from this great evening was the glass slipper.
Day 57, 13th June – Diving with Sharks Again (12228km- 12245km)
I was up reasonably early this morning as I would like to put a dent in my diving homework. After breakfast I headed up to Horseshoe Bay in search of an internet connection. Success, I was able to log onto my course and with a great view was able to successfully complete it. With this task out of the way it was back to the dive shop to get some gear together for the dive this afternoon. With my wetsuit and a vest with a hood in hand I headed back to the bay to search for Alice who had spent the morning looking around the market and the local shops. When I found her she had managed the purchase of a couple of vegetables and a kilo of honey.
After all of our exhaustions we were in need of a coffee. It was back for some more Toby Estate but I felt the need to supplement this with a $3 bacon and egg sandwich. The good wives of the South West Rock Masons were happy to take my donation. After coffee Alice went back to the Roxy for another movie or was it to see the dapper manager. Two movies in two days could be considered suspicious.
I was at the boat ramp at midday to join my fellow divers on the rough ride out to Fish Rock. There was a good swell which caused a couple of the divers to express interest in what they had for lunch. With my extra layer of warmth I felt pretty good when I hit the water. I was even happier when I saw that the visibility had improved to an impressive 25 metres. As soon as we descended the mooring line the Grey Nurse Sharks came into plain view. The whole dive was like swimming in an aquarium and with minimal surge and current the dive was exceptional. There were also plenty of fish, an inquisitive Wobbegong and the Bull Ray from the other day.
After about a 45 minute surface interval it was back in the water for a swim through Fish Rock Cave. The sandy bottom of the cave was so thick with Wobbegong Sharks that it looked like it was carpeted. One of the divers had to turn back due to a faulty computer which left me to bring up the rear. Again we saw some Moray Eels and Lion Fish but the highlight was hand feeding a Loggerhead Turtle. This guy could not get enough of the tidbit that was on offer. It was so voracious that it reminded me of the Butcher Birds that inhabit our back deck. It was another great dive with excellent visibility. I would highly recommend this dive operation for their local knowledge, attention to safety and customer service. They certainly went the extra yard with me and assisted me with small things like getting my fins on. Remember when you get to my age it can be a little difficult bending over in a cramped boat with a weight belt and tank strapped to your torso.
I ended up returning to the van at about 5:00pm. There was no sign of the theatre manager but Alice did have some cold champagne and nibblies ready for our last night at SWR.
Day 58, 14th June – South West Rocks to Broken Head (12245km – 12605km)
We hit the road just after 8:00am and were soon on the Pacific Highway heading north. It seemed ages before we hit the outskirts of Coffs Harbour but when we did our travel speed reduced appreciably. There were that many traffic lights that I thought we were arriving in Sydney. Eventually we made it through this cosmic wormhole and were once again on dual bitumen heading towards Grafton. As we were making pretty good time we decided to stop for a hamburger at New Italy. This rest stop is just south of Woodburn which is the turnoff for Evans Head which was going to be our base for the next three nights. Little Italy has a museum which tells he interesting history of the 200 plus Italians who settled here in the late 1800’s. Suffice to say that this little group is considered to be the first refugees to settle in Australia. Check it out on Wikipedia.
We arrived Evans Head at 1:00pm and the caravan park had some powered sites available. Prior to paying for a site we did an inspection and were not impressed. It seemed like that every southerner was jam packed into the available spaces. The sites were quite small or next to the amenities block that certainly did not appeal to either of us. We both concurred that this was not the place for us so it was back in the truck to continue the journey. We did not bother with stopping at Ballina or Lennox Heads but tried our luck at Broken Head which is about 10km south of Byron Bay. As luck would have it there were powered sites available which had room for us to spread out. The location is fantastic with a great surf beach bordering the front of the park and a national park rainforest at the rear.
After setting up I managed some light exercise to work out the kinks from the day’s driving. With all the hard work over we both relaxed with a cool drink under and listened to the sounds of the surf. Ah bliss!
Day 59, 15th June – Rainforests and Byron Bay (12605km – 12650km)
We did have some heavy rain last night but this morning we have a bright blue sky. At 7:00am I could not believe the number of surfers who were getting an early morning surf. The weather is that good that I have been reduced to wearing just shorts and a t-shirt for our rainforest walk. A number of vans left this morning and as a result the park is near empty. For the moment we have an uninterrupted view of the water. I can only hope that we do not get any new neighbours this afternoon.
The rainforest walk is only about 2km return and takes you out to the headland. Along the route you are rewarded with great views of the water and the hardy surfers braving the cold waters. The predominant plants are Cottonwood Hibiscus, Pandanus Palms and Honey Banksia. The headland has a grassy knoll with a lookout towards a rock formation known as the Three Sisters. There are also a couple of tracks down to the beach which the surfers like as they can get right out to the point with minimal paddling. The local fishermen also enjoy fishing off the rocks here.
After the walk we jumped into the car and headed into Byron for a glimpse of how some of the well heeled live. As we drove down the main street I was amazed by the number of backpackers and ageing hippies that I saw. We drove down to Palm valley beach where I used to launch our caper cat for some catamaran surfing. The good old days are long gone as I could not see a boat ramp and you needed to pay for parking as the beach is located within a national park. Too much for me so it was off to Wategos Beach where property is definitely in excess of a million dollars. The beach here is excellent and judging by the number of surfers and the unavailability of car spaces it is the place to be. Next stop was a drive up to the lighthouse but at $7 for a parking spot I quickly moved on. We found a free two hour parking space downtown which gave us some time to stroll around the shops. As we were walking we could detect a lot of international dialects which proves that Byron Bay is on the list of destinations to see in Australia. Eventually we had a light lunch and a beer at one of the hotels before heading back to the camp.
There is still nobody camping next to us and I was able to enjoy my afternoon repast with the added bonus of the view. Alice whipped up some great potato and tuna patties which we enjoyed with some Spanish Cava.
Day 60, 16th June – Who’ll Stop The Rain (12650km – 12665km)
With the coming of the dawn, the rain also cometh. At first it was just a sprinkle but as the morning progressed so did the intensity. Our plan of a long walk was put on hold and then cancelled. In the end we had a relaxing day which we spent reading and just doing nothing at all. As evening fell the rain got even heavier which in turn flooded our little area under the annex. Tomorrow will be a big pain as it would appear that we will have to pack up in the rain. Oh what a day!!
Day 61, 17th June – Broken Head to Banora Point (12665km – 12755km)
Well it is State of Origin day and we are off to Banora point to spend an evening with our good friends Jane and Tony Guarino. The weather is quite bleak but the rain held off just long enough for us to pack up everything in a reasonably dry state. We took the scenic route over the hills via Bangalow before hitting the M1 for a speedy trip to Banora Point.
Tony and Jane are marvelous hosts and really made us feel at home. I suspect that Tony suffers from a little OCD as everything has a place and kept in immaculate condition. The lawn was so well kept that we could have eaten dinner off it. The only let down for the evening was the Maroons failure to wrap up the series.
Day 62, 18th June – Banora Point to Brisbane (12755km – 12905km)
When we awoke Jane and Tony had already left for work. True to form they had set up a nice little breakfast for us so that we could just relax and take off when we were ready. Our trip home was indirect as we wanted to travel via Canungra. We opted for exit 73 via South Nerang which eventually hooks up with the Nerang-Beaudesert Road. A sausage roll and a coffee was calling us so we had to stop at the Canungra bakery to answer the call. Absolutely delicious!
The aim of travelling this direction was so we could stop at Ceadervale to visit Alice’s mum and sister. We had a great afternoon but reluctantly it was time to leave for the final leg of our journey. It was around 3:30pm and just under 13,000km when we pulled into Lucy Street. This was nearly the most difficult part of the journey as all the mothers were trying to park out the street so they could visit the park. I managed to stop two of them from taking up the space for the caravan. After a little reversing magic our journey through the eastern part of Australia had come to an end.
There were many beautiful places that we did not have time to visit or enough time to fully appreciate them. It looks like we will have to save them for another adventure in economy. Until then the old adage remains true, “There is no place like home”.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
The Red Centre - Part 5
This morning I braved the Melbourne traffic and chauffeured my fair lady to Tullamarine Airport. For a brief moment I thought I had taken the wrong expressway which would have earnt the ire of she who must be obeyed. Thankfully, we ended up at the airport well in advance of the departure time which is a rarity for me. Oh, Alice is leaving me for a trip to Hobart to spend time with the girlfriends.
I was back at the caravan park an hour before Alice was due to take off. After some quick jobs around the relocatable home I donned the walking shoes and went in search of the No11 tram for a trip into the CBD. I loaded up the myki card at a corner store and boarded my tram for the 30 minute trip to Collins Street. The journey into town was interesting and as we travelled down Brunswick Street I was amazed by the number of different ethnic themed restaurants and shops. When I alighted at Collins Street I approached one of the red shirted Melbourne Greeters. He gave me some excellent tips on what to do around the City so with a map in hand I set off on my own mini tour of the CBD’s arcades and lanes. The round trip is about 2.5km and takes in the café society of Degraves Street and some great arcades. The Block Arcade was named after the fashionable Collins Street block between Elizabeth and Swanston Streets where 19th century Melburnians liked to promenade or do “the block”. I was really impressed by the mosaic floors that filled the arcade from front to rear. The Royal Arcade is Australia’s oldest shopping arcade and kicked off in 1869. The other area that impressed me was Niagara lane. This area housed old warehouses and above the cobbled stone lane you can see the old barrel hoists.
Time was marching on and as I was strolling down the Capitol Arcade I spotted an Indian café promising an all you can eat vegetarian lunch for $6.50. I could not resist and ended up having two helpings of what was a rather good lentil curry. With my belly full I moved onto the impressive site of Federation Square and Flinders station. It is great to have such a large open space in the heart of a major City. The Yarra River is just behind the square and you get a great view of the heritage style Princes Bridge. With my sightseeing over I headed back to Collins Street to await my transportation home. Within a few minutes I was on the number eleven heading back to Preston and the 15 minute walk to the van. My only complaint with the tram system was the stop spacing. It is a stop, start system that never reaches a top speed. Nevertheless it is still a great way to travel.
Back at the park I started talking to my neighbours. It turned out that one was from Brisbane and the other from Bundaberg. We all had the same complaint, nice park but at $49 a night a little expensive. My last task for the day was to head off to Woolies and purchase a few supplies for my forthcoming bachelor days.
Day 40, 27th May – Melbourne to Lake Colac (9432km – 9609km)
Well today is my first full day without Alice…. Who the heck is Alice! I will miss her after being with her 24/7 for the last 39 days. I took my time getting ready this morning as I want to avoid the peak hour traffic and I only have to travel about 200km. With the time showing 9:30am the trusty Triton towed the van out of the park and headed for busy Bell Street. I managed to catch most of the red lights before hitting the Tullamarine Expressway and then the Calder Freeway. With the big 18 wheelers flying past me what felt like every few seconds I was white knuckling the steering wheel whilst trying to stay calm and listen to the instructions from the Nav Bitch. She directed me onto the Western Ring Road M80 for about 20km and then onto the M1 Princes Freeway towards Colac. Just when you think she is doing a good job she directed me off the freeway. I thought it must be a shorter more scenic route but it turned out to be the old Princes Highway and ended up in a dead end. A U-turn was in order and with the Nav B… shouting “recalculating” in my ear I made it back to the freeway. In the end she did get me to my destination Meredith Park which is a free camp site beside Lake Colac.
The lake itself is suitable for boating and sailing but for me it is a simple touch of paradise. I have a nice grassy area shaded by huge fir trees, fireplace and an uninterrupted view of the lake. There are also toilets, fresh water, picnic tables and television reception. The latter was a pleasant surprise as the reception at Coburg was quite poor. With 54 channels to choose from it won’t be hard to guess what I will be watching. State of Origin of course and hopefully with my presence in Victoria the mighty maroons will be triumphant. If not I will have to take solace with a bottle of red.
Day 41, 28th May – Lake Colac to Johanna Beach (9609km – 9697km)
Just goes to show you how much attention I have been paying to the football as it wasn’t until full time that I realized that the game was being played in Sydney. Overall I think Qld was the better side but we will need to improve on that effort as NSW cannot possibly play that bad again.
This morning I am in no hurry to get going as it is under 100km to Johanna Beach which is about 50km west of Apollo Bay on The Great Ocean Road. At around 10:00am I moved on from Lake Colac which has been an excellent location to spend the night. The weather is at the best ordinary and as I motored out of Colac the drizzle began. Road conditions along with the weather dictate that my speed is a modest 70kmph. It is a long and winding road which travels over the Otway ranges and through the national park. The road is bordered by huge forests of Eucalypt which makes it feel like you are driving through a tunnel. By the time I reached Gellibrand which is a beautiful little country town the weather had improved. At Lavers Hill where they claim that the forest meets the sea it was still another 16km to the water.
At noon I pulled into the Johanna Beach campground but unfortunately my camps guide is incorrect and a permit with the appropriate payment to the Victorian Government is required. There is a telephone number and a website that you can contact to carry out this erroneous task but alas there is no reception. As you all know I am happy to be relieved of my hard earned moolah or should I say Alice’s if it is at all possible. There are presently no other campers here so under duress I set up camp for the night. It is a fantastic location and I can imagine that sites would be at a premium in summer. I was enjoying the solitude but that was interrupted by strong rain and another van from Queensland who thought this was a free camping site.
The rain has really set in and I’m sorry that I set up such an elaborate camp. In between squalls I made a dash for the beach and was rewarded with a great view of the Southern Ocean. The whitecaps of the waves gave a good indication on how strong the wind is. It is definitely not swimming or even fishing weather. The campground is located on The Great Ocean walk and I was amazed when I saw about 20 school aged hikers with huge backpacks on emerge out of the mist. I heard the leader tell them it was only another 10 minutes walk to their overnight camp. If the weather does not improve it will be a miserable night and tomorrow, well it should be cancelled.
Around 4:30pm another van with Queensland plates snuck in for a night of free camping. The rain just keeps bucketing down and I’m glad that I prepared my Chili Con Carne earlier this afternoon. A couple of beers, a glass of wine, maybe a movie and I will be ready for bed.
Day 42, 29th May – Day Tripper (9697km – 9923km)
The weather is still quite foul with lots of icy wind and rain. In the end I jumped into the Triton and headed west towards the 12 Apostles. Driving out along the Blue Johanna Road I was fortunate to see wallabies, kangaroos and quite a few crimson rosellas. There isn’t a lot of traffic about so I just meandered along and pulled into small villages like Lower Gellibrand and Princetown. The latter has a camping reserve which is based on a first come basis. Given the weather it was just about empty and you would have required an aqua-van as the place is like a big lake. It is definitely not a wet weather camp.
Just a couple of kilometers from the Big 12 there is a scenic lookout called Gibson’s Stairs. There were not many visitors so I decided to take the steps which have been ingeniously set into the cliff face. There was a Muslim family on the beach who were busily taking selfies and not keeping a good eye on the swells. One second there was plenty of beach and then a big breaker pushed a large swell right up to the base of the cliff. I was fine but for the Muslims it was nearly a tragedy. They were all soaked and Mum only just managed to hold onto a screaming little one as the surge retreated back down the beach. In the end it was a comedy and typical of some men the only concern they had was not for the child but the poor old mobile phone that also copped a drenching.
There were plenty of visitors at the 12 Apostles but everyone was moving quickly in an effort to escape the wind and intermittent showers. In my big lumber jacket I looked like a reject from a Rivers Clearance Warehouse but I was warm enough. I took the required photographs of I don’t know many Apostles and headed back to the car. I suppose they will be around for a few more years yet. It was marching onto lunch time so I did an about face and drove off towards Lavers Hill. I spotted a café with a few cars outside and decided that was enough evidence to stop for a bite to eat. The coffee was good and strong and the vegetable pastie was delicious.
From here I decide to do a circuit through the Great Otway National Park which would bring me out east of Apollo Bay and then travel back to the camp via The Great Ocean Road. My first stop was not a national park but a roadside stall selling free range eggs. Yes, I did pay for them. Once into the national park I headed for Triplet Falls. This is a fantastic walk through cool temperate rainforest. There are towering Mountain Ash and some must be close to 100 metres tall. The track is well maintained and follows the crystal clear creek for a good portion. Giant tree ferns line either side of the path. The fronds that were heavy with water from the constant precipitation overhung the path. It felt like they were my guard of honour and the thunderous sound of the waterfall was the band leading me onwards. The waterfall is not high but due to the recent rain there was an abundance of water cascading down the various levels.
Close to the falls there is a commercial enterprise for the Otway Tree Walk and zip-lining. At $125 I decided not to zip but I did cough up $25 for a tree top walk. It was about 2:30 pm and there was no-one else lining up for the walk. The round trip is about 3.5km and takes about one hour. The tree top walk construction is about 650 metres in length. There is also a large tower that you can climb which gets you up close and personal to some of the big Mountain Ash trees as well as the Myrtle Beech Trees. There is also a cantilever section that has a fair amount of spring in it especially when you bounce on it. After leaving the serenity of the rainforest I warmed myself up by just about standing in the café fireplace.
Time was marching on and there were still a few kilometres to travel before my journey was over. Just after leaving the village of Beech Forest I noticed a sign advising that trailers and caravans should not proceed. Normally I just ignore warnings like this and plough onwards. Luckily, I did not have the van with me because the road soon narrowed and there were plenty of blind corners with tight turns. This went for about 25km and I was glad that I did not encounter any other traffic. The drive through the forest was quite scenic. The only sounds I heard came from the music of the bush and some hits of the 70’s. Around 4:30pm I pulled over at Apollo Bay for a quick rest. The bay is somewhat protected and the waves that were rolling into the shore were perfect for surfers. It was like a good Moffat Beach surf break.
I eventually arrived back at the van just before dark. I had just enough time and light to sit out under the annex and enjoy a nice cold Coopers Stout. Dinner tonight is pumpkin soup and leftover Chili Con Carne.
Day 43, 30th May – Cape Otway Lightstation (9923km – 10032km)
The wind blew all night and brought the cold with it. Even though I was rugged up to the nines it just seeped through me which meant I had a broken sleep. A hearty breakfast put me in a good frame of mind so I decided some more touring is in order. It is also an excuse to dodge any rangers who maybe skulking about in search of camping fees.
There wasn’t much traffic heading in my direction so I was able to drive at a leisurely pace and enjoy the scenery. Cape Otway is the southernmost point of The Great Ocean road and it is also where the Bass Strait meets the Southern Ocean. King Island is a mere 90km south and the stretch of water was so hazardous that the lighthouse was built in 1848. There was a $19.50 entry fee and thanks to Alice I was able to afford the admission. On the grounds there is a telegraph station that was built in 1859 to house Australia’s first submarine telegraph cable, which linked Tasmania with the mainland. It failed and the building became a Lloyd’s Signal Station, signaling passing ships and telegraphing the details to Melbourne. For those who like it cold and windy the head lightkeepers’s house with four double bedrooms is now available for rent. There is also a World War II radar bunker and lookout which is an ideal place to snap a photo of the lighthouse. You can also climb the stairs of the lighthouse and take in the magnificent views. Today however it is a cold and grey day with the wind howling and whipping up the waves. On days like this you can understand why they needed the light.
After a hearty lunch at the lighthouse café I hit the road again, this time in search of Koalas. The drive back to the main road is about 12km and you travel through large strands of eucalypt forest. Along one section of road I spotted one of the furry creatures nestled high in a gum tree. Of course it was sleeping and as a result not easy to photograph. I looked around the area and saw at least another
ten koalas. A lot of the trees have been stripped of leaves as there is apparently an over population of them. They are literally eating themselves out of house and home and as a result there is talk of culling the numbers through sterilization.
My next stop was at Maits Rest rainforest walk. This stop is right on the main road and was named after an old ranger from the early 1900’s who used to rest here with his horse whilst on patrol. The usual suspects of mountain ash, tree ferns and myrtle beech abound in this cool temperate rainforest. It isn’t as good as Triplet Falls but due to its easy access receives a big thumbs up.
My last stop for the day was at Aire River East campground which lies within the national park. The ground is right beside the river and there is a jetty that allows you to launch a canoe without any trouble. There are also toilets and water but once again you have to book your site with the Victorian Parks department. A sand track suitable only for 4x4 vehicles leads down to the beach.
Back at the campground I managed to get time for some well needed stretching exercises. I complemented this with some more stout, oven roasted Atlantic Salmon marinated in a chili lime sauce which was washed down with the remnants of last night’s red wine.
Day 44, 31st May – Nowhere Man (10032km)
Today I have decided to hang around the camp and possibly go for a short walk along the beach. By mid-morning the weather had turned completely foul. The rain squalls were more frequent and the wind decided to do a 180 degree turn with increased intensity. It was lucky that I hadn’t gone out as the van which was now directly in the path of the wind was copping a real buffeting. During a break in the rain I managed to take the annex down and hitch the truck up. I basically moved the van to the opposite side of the campground and now have the door out of the wind. It seems to be working but if the wind changes direction again I will be up the proverbial creek without a paddle.
I decided to fire up the Cobb Cooker and have some oven roasted mince and chorizo meatballs for dinner. It took a bit of effort to light the fire starters but eventually I got everything going. Inside the van it was bitterly cold so I had the bright idea to bring the Cobb inside. Not only did it cook a delicious meal but it warmed the van up for a few hours. You just have to love those heatbeads.
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