Welcome to summer…..

The decision was made to head back home to Turners Beach, some 94 km away. We were scheduled to ride to Cradle Mountain then onwards to the Central Plateau. Snow was forecast to fall to 900 meters. In addition gales had been forecast. Safety is paramount and we really had no choice.

I know Tony did not sleep that well. It must have been his turn to worry about the conditions. We were in Waratah and that was 620 metres above sea level. The wind had been forecast to be westerly not ideal when heading north, as it blows on your left side pushing you to the right. Not ideal at all.

We were on the road by 7.25 am, passing the local roadhouse where schoolchildren waited for their bus. The temperature was 4.2 degrees Celsius. We were well rugged up.

In my case, I had 5 layers on. I wore my Koro yak wool long sleeve vest, then my Assos one piece kit, then my Trek jersey, then my Assos wind jacket followed by my Rapha rain jacket. In addition I had my winter leggings and neoprene booties over my leather riding shoes. But there is more….my Koro yak wool beanie under my helmet, and my Assos long sleeved gloves!! I was cosy 😊

We were fortunate that most of the rain had passed, and it was more showers at regular intervals. The temperature did stay under 5 degrees for about 30 km. The big plus, the wind was more southerly and gradually turned to the west by the 45 km point at Highclere.

As we approached Hampshire the number of trucks increased as the plantation wood chip mill is there, with B double trucks filling up and taking their load to the Port of Burnie. The trucks were fast and close, and we did our best to ride in the verge.

The scenery changed from forestry plantation to rural.

We were relieved to reach Burnie, with the trucks peeling off to the Port and us turning right onto the Bass Highway, 32 km to go.

Penguin was bustling somewhat, slowing us down, but we climbed the short hill to the lookout showing Ulverstone and Turners Beach in the background.

Here we are, same place where we started this adventure 1645 km ago. What a trip. We climbed 17,679 metres….putting that into a context for non cyclists, that is 2 x Mt Everest. This has been carrying all our luggage on our bikes adding additional weight, and altered bike handling.

So did we make the right decision cutting the trip short by a few days? The following two photos were in the media today. The first was at Cradle Mountain, where were scheduled to ride to today. The second is the Central Highlands where we would have been Friday. Yes, we made the right call.

Washing on the line

So would we do it again? Yes.

To those who read my blogs, comment and like, my thanks and gratitude. Until our next adventure, Ooroo 😊

Just a little bit wet…well ok, a lot!

Today was promising to be the polar opposite of yesterday. We knew that the forecast was for rain and wind. When we awoke, it was quite calm, a gentle breeze and threatening skies….could the meteorologists be wrong?

We were ready for breakfast before the hotel opened, waiting for the doors to be opened at 8 am. So we went for a wander and last look at the beautiful Pieman River.

A light breakfast and whilst sorting our account out, the general manager gave us two extra muffins for free. Very kind. We seemed somewhat of a curiosity to other guests. Walking around guests would ask if we were the two cyclists riding around Tasmania.

We had no wifi coverage at Corinna but the general manager can access and told us that he had just checked the Bureau of Meteorology site, and the rain was due to hit very shortly.

Quick farewells and we donned all our wet weather gear including the neoprene booties. Extra lights were turned on our bikes at the front to warn oncoming traffic (we have rear red flashing lights on permanently).

The first 25 km are gravel all the way to the mining village of Savage River. There is also 550 metres of climbing in that time, and we had done 150 metres of it in the first few km. the gravel, overall, was in pretty good condition. With the rain, there were slushy sections. It was quite slow progress.

I was very pleased to reach Savage River. There is nothing there except cabin after cabin of miners accomodation but we did note an open shed that we made a beeline for. We stood inside there and had a snack whilst watching the rain get heavier. It is tough knowing you still have 39 km left when it is raining so heavily.

Very few photos were taken after Savage River. Our mobile phones do not like rain! We were also keen to push on. We had a couple of decent climbs to complete particularly the 45 km one. Tony managed to grab the echidna photo…just….as the echidna was moving quite fast.

After Savage River the number of vehicles passing us increased, and many were plain hoons. We assumed that some of the guys had finished their shift and flooring it to Burnie, but we were less than impressed.

We were delighted to arrive safe and sound into Waratah as we were wet! That hair is very wet….it had been tied back.

Our accomodation had a shower over a bath….I enjoyed both.

We have decisions to make as our route was destined to take us through two alpine regions (Cradle Mountain and Central Highlands) and the latest forecasts are snow, from tomorrow, down to 900 metres. Strong winds are also forecast.

Thankyou for reading, Ooroo

Don’t pay the ferryman.

Zipped back into the Strahan harbour area for a coffee and croissant at the bakery before starting our ride to Corinna. The ducks thought we might share….as if!

Strahan has some lovely old buildings and I particularly like this one.

Leaving town via The Esplanade, the water was very calm out on the Harbour.

Beautiful reflections on the Henty River.

Nice day to be riding, the conditions were excellent.

Nice mountain back drops

Zeehan is an old mining town established in the late 1800’s and its population peaked at 10,000 in 1910. Current population is less than 1,000. The Main Street used to have over 20 hotels. Below are a few of their nicer buildings.

The town is pinning hopes on MTB attracting more tourists to the area.

We stopped for coffee at this mobile van co located with the old heritage trains. A bit of a grumpy lady by the name of Linda who did not seem interested in tourists patronising her business. Whilst we sat down and consumed our purchases, nearly every other person said hello.

The scenery became more dramatic the further we headed.

A darker coloured river north of Zeehan on Heemskirk Road. You would not want to run out of water around here, as many of the rivers are stained from mining activity.

This was just a brilliant area to ride. The road was great, the traffic quiet, the weather just right, the views fantastic, the hills rolling.

First sight of the Southern Ocean.

The Granville Harbour wind farm has only recently been constructed, with the turbines and blades all being stored in Burnie prior to construction . I used to drive past them each day on my way to work. There are 31 wind turbines that will produce up to 112 megawatts of clean, renewable energy. This is enough to power around 46,000 homes.

I quite like this one Tony took as I crested a hill, resplendent in my Trek jersey. Great backdrop.

The road to Corinna turns off Heemskirk and is quite narrow. We stopped and waited for 5 vehicles to pass by. Part is sealed, part gravel.

Once at the end of the road, you arrive at The Pieman River. Our accomodation is on the other side. There is a button to press to alert the barge man. We waited a few minutes, wondering if we had pressed the button ‘properly’ so were relieved to eventually see a guy wave at us. The ferry has a motor and a cable to guide it. It costs $13 each with our bicycles but this ferryman you do not pay. ( You pay at the office in the hotel).

This was our accomodation – Pete’s Place, the only original road patrolman’s cottage left in its original position and in reasonable condition in the whole of Tasmania.

From the 1940’s to the 1960’s the road patrolmen lived in these huts all around Western Tasmania. They had a specific section of road to patrol and maintain, keeping it free from potholes and fallen trees.

We were in time to do the Sweetwater cruise, with 6 other people, heading down the Pieman River to the pristine and picturesque Lover’s Falls, returning via Savage River to see the sunken S.S.Croydon.

Lover’s Falls were named as such after a couple who in 1904 found a large gold nugget at the base of the falls, went to Hobart, bought a hotel, and married.

You can hire kayaks from the Corinna Wilderness Resort and paddle them to this pontoon on the Savage River then walk back.

The S.S.Croydon was a 100 foot long steamship that sunk overnight in the early 1900’s after having been loaded with Huon pine.

Back at the accomodation, we hung out for dinner, ordered our meals including sticky date pudding for dessert. The waitress suggested we could share one as they were a generous serve. We both laughed. Share? After we had demolished our meals, she told us we had done a ‘good job’!

Then we went for a wander before retiring for the night.

The Ferryman does have a sense of humour!

Corinna is well worth visiting. Originally named Royerine, it was changed in 1894, named after the aboriginal word for the Pieman River (kurina). It was originally a busy mining town with 700 residents. By 1919 the town was virtually abandoned but exists now as the only surviving remote area historic mining settlement in Tasmania, operating as an accomodation facility. We will be back.

Lovely reflections. Fantastic day to ride! Thanks readiOoroo.

99 hairpin bends

I listened to the rain as I lay in bed, and it appeared to be easing when we arose. We needed to hang around until 8 am to score some breakfast, as our food options today were zip until the 90 km point.

Tony waiting patiently for his tucker.

A wholesome brekkie, we donned all our wet weather gear, including the neoprene booties making their first appearance. We had a nice first 5 km warming up as we left the National Park, stopping to look at the headwaters of the Derwent River.

I do love the alpine vegetation, much of it in flower at the moment.

Selfies…

We are debating this river’s name….we think it is Collingwood River.

There were some fantastic vistas today…then there was a lot of mist too. The weather was a moving feast. As we climbed Mt Arrowsmith to get to over 800 metres above sea level, it rained, it blew, and it was 5 degrees. We were really cold, with the wind whipping off our wet legs, making it even harder for those big leg muscles to move. But move you must, to generate some body heat.

We then descended 400 metres, which ultimately increased the temperature to 7 degrees. For this period of time, no photos were taken as we were just too cold and needed to get ourselves down the mountain, knowing or rather hoping, that our comfort would improve.

The following photos are a selection of the first 60 km, where we just concentrated on moving.

Lake Burbury is amazing for the mountains that surround it. It is a man made water reservoir created by the Crotty Dam inundating the upper King River valley that lies east of the West Coast range.

Looking north from Bradshaw Bridge
Bradshaw Bridge

Once you have crossed the bridge, we were puzzled as to where the road would head, as it appeared we were encircled by very high hills and mountains, somewhat reminiscent of Scotland. The road after heading inland around an outcrop, followed the lake across a flat plain for some distance.

Heading away from the lake we rode past the now mining ghost town of Linda that once was home to 600 people. The town existed due to the discovery of gold at the North Lyell Mine.The Royal Hotel closed in the 1950’s and has had some other uses. I think it was for sale recently and purchased. It will be interesting to see how this site develops.

As soon as you leave Linda, you ‘arrive’ in Gormanston. There is a tight climb up as the town is based on the slopes of Mount Owen. The town boasted 2,000 residents in the early 1900’s, employed at the Mt Lyell Mine. There are about 17 residents now, fighting to try and preserve some of the older structures.

Entrance to the old town

At the top of the climb is a car park for a walk to a waterfall with an impressive decked walkway that you can see in the photo below.

Eventually we reached the start of something quite amazing. I wish the road was dry and the wind non existent before we started this.

Colle della Finestre ( I’ve ridden that!) is regarded as a monster and a legendary climb in Italy, ranking as one of the toughest in the Alps. It has 45 hairpin bends, including 30 in a 3 km stretch.

Stelvio has 46 and alpe d’Huez 21…..but ride into Queenstown and they have 99 bends! Not the same altitude to descend, meaning they are bang on one another.

Given I do not happen to have a drone handy, I have copied some borrowed shots.

I suspect my descent would be a very slow one on the all time lists. I took it very carefully! I stopped to look at the town of Queenstown way below.

I also stopped to take this photo as we entered Queenstown. What can you say?? 🙈

We kept moving through Queenstown as we were keen to knock off the final 40 km to get to Strahan. We both have some cumulative fatigue from all the climbing we have been doing, and more rain and wind was not welcomed!

At the highway junction to Strahan we paused to eat, leaning our bikes on a monument. I was very surprised to see my step Grandfather’s name on it. I have my Nan’s wedding ring that Tom gave her. I wore it for some time but ended up having it melted down and remodelled into the Gaelic symbol Tony wears on a chain.c

We arrived into Strahan after 131 km and over 1300 m climbing in some pretty awful conditions. We headed straight to Hamer Hotel hoping to score a meal, which we did!

Looking out the window at our chained bikes, overlooking the harbour.

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We are ready for bed, with our ride tomorrow taking us to Corinna, on the Pieman River. Thanks for reading. Ooroo

Kinky kale and healthy beer?

Up early and we got ready very quietly as there were quite a few guests in the accomodation wing, and the floor boards are ever so squeaky. We were on the road by about 6.45 am.

As I waited for Tony to finalise his bike pack I noted this old window of the pub…Cascade Beer ‘for your health’. 🤩🤷‍♀️😂

The National Park pub is a great hotel – great food, accomodation and staff and at a relatively reasonable price too. It is also for sale and can vouch they were busy last night including MTB riders heading to the Maydena course.

We had eaten some banana cake for breakfast that we had purchased the previous day at the Waterfall Cafe at the Mt Field NP. We had not had not read the packaging but was somewhat disappointed that it was made from 72% Australian products….the banana is only 27 percent of the product. Sad that we cannot make banana cake that is 100% Aussie. I need to read labels better moving forward.

It was a lovely downhill ride to Westerway. Not a breathe of wind, and the only noise were raucous yellow tailed black cockatoos who weaved about in front of us for some distance.

Arriving at Westerway, the road side shop was closed….so onwards to Ellendale via a really pretty route, with undulating climbs and descents.

An old hop house
Fancy sitting on the chair and admiring the view? Battle your way through the long, snakey grass…

Ellendale was where I found Kinky Kale being promoted. Kale is not my favourite green. The best recipe I have for it is to cook it with coconut oil, as it makes it easier to scrape into the compost!

I loved this old church in Ellendale and the garage.

From Ellendale we arrived at the bridge across Meadowbank dam.

Ouse was the first and last town on the Lyell Highway that we could grab food at. I did a raid at the roadhouse, and Tony at the small supermarket. The wind made a surprise appearance (we thought we would have minimal today) and it was to be with us for the rest of the ride as a predominantly headwind.

Another beautiful stone church, this one at the top of the hill as we left Ouse.

We had a good laugh as we approached a plethora of signs promoting the sale of eggs and honey and other farm goods. The signs started way before the driveways and they seem to be in competition with each other. Not sure which house is winning….

The hardest climb of the day was out of Wayatinah…solid climb. you can see it at the 60 km bar below. Climbed steeply!

Shortly thereafter we crossed this canal which feeds Tarraleah power station. This canal flows from Butlers Gorge power station, dropping 290 meters through steel penstocks into the Tarraleah power station.

After seeking advice from Facebook friends the previous day, we accepted my work colleague Barry G’s recommendation to take the C601 ‘Fourteen mile Rd’ to avoid the descent and climb out of Tarraleah. It was a gravel road through predominantly pine plantations, and whilst undulating gradually kept climbing. Good choice!

We came across this older power station pipe at the junction to Laughing Jack lagoon.

We were now at an altitude of around 750 metres above sea level, and the vegetation was changing to alpine.

A number of our cycling friends are doing the annual police charity ride. We knew they were riding from Strahan to Tarraleah and that there was a possibility of seeing them heading in the opposite direction. We stopped a few times for each pack as they went past. one of the packs had quite a few ‘Hi Yakka’ call outs. It was well supported with police escorts, and they even had a tail wind!

The riding was cruisey now, with most of the hard work done. We had a short climb to get to our maximum altitude of around 800 metres above sea level. Great views of mountains in the Lake St Clair NP. This one is The Acropolis.

We were quite relieved to arrive Derwent Bridge as we were both feeling it! We stopped at this cafe, where the hungry police charity riders had left a short while before. They were still cleaning up!

It is only 5 km from the Lyell Highway to Lake St Clair where we have lashed out accomodation wise. We have a nice lakeside cabin, and enjoyed a nice meal even if the steak was $47! Breakfast is included but not until 8 am, so a later start tomorrow and another big day with over 130 km to ride and plenty of climbing.

Today we rode just over 117 km and climbed just over 2000 metres. given I am not a climber, I am pleased with my efforts.

Here are some views of Lake St Clair.

The white dot at the far end of the lake is Pumphouse point, very exclusive accommodation.

Thankyou for reading, Ooroo

Chilling

We had choices to make today….two options:

1. Ride to Lake Dobson on a predominantly dirt road, climbing over 900 metres in 16 km ( meaning the return trip would be downhill)

2. Chill, laze about, have brunch at Waterfall Cafe in Mt Field NP when it opened (about 1 km walk from our pub), do the three waterfall walk (6 km) then back to cafe for iced coffee and then chill more back at the pub.

So it was a tough choice…..beautiful weather and we chose to chill, as the following two days are both going to pretty tough going.

Walking down to the National Park we cut the corner to head to the old National Park railway station.

When I was about 10, I was staying with my maternal grandmother in Hobart, along with one of my school friends. She took us on a day trip here, travelling by train. It was a wonderful trip, well before the days of OHS, commercial litigation etc. My friend and I had a ball on that train, sitting on the step of the open train doorway nearly the entire trip. Our legs dangled free and I still remember some of the bridge crossings. Try and do that today!

A local tourist business now runs these self propelled carts, on the train line, from Maydena (12 km up the road). Looks like fun.

Yummy brunch was next.

Haloumi vegetable stack for me, eggs Benedict Tony (minus the hollandaise sauce

The Three Falls Circuit starts behind the Mt Field visitor centre taking walkers through the rainforests found on the lower levels of the National Park. It is a 6 km loop with a mixture of gradients ranging from gentle to steep.

Here is the data graph and map for the walk.

The first waterfall is only 300 metres into the walk, following a well maintained path through rainforest.

There are a variety of trees including eucalyptus, sassafras, myrtle and blackwood. Some of the fallen trees have massive bases.

At night there are glow worms in the area.

Russell Falls is a spectacular two tiered waterfall, with a lookout point at the base.

A set of stairs lead up to a lookout point maybe half way up the waterfall height.

Well constructed stairs take you to a further viewpoint at the top of the falls.

Horseshoe Falls are a short walk further. A nice waterfall but I’d rate it number three today.

We noted a trout swimming in the creek.

Returning to the main circuit, the path winds its way through a somewhat Gondwanan landscape, with some incredibly old trees predating Abel Tasman’s first siting of Tasmania back in the mid 1650’s. We did the extension loop through the Tall Tree forest.

More lovely rainforest.

Lady Barron waterfall is reached after descending through rainforest and crossing numerous small creeks. The falls are named after Lady Clara Barron, the wife of a Governor of Tasmania.

Tony hopped over the safety barrier for the above photo hence this photo.

Just chilling.

The next part of the walk follows the watercourse before leading to about 270 stairs that climb, climb, climb out of the rainforest.

Once at the top the path gently descends back down to the visitor centre via open forest of eucalyptus that have been subjected to bushfire sometime in the past.

An interesting plaque re the world heritage listing and cultural heritage.

Time for an iced coffee and watching a cheeky bird cavorting in front of a sign telling us to keep the wildlife wild.

Back at the pub I have taken some photos. $95 per night and last night there was one other guest, not sure about tonight. A traditional old pub Aussie style, that was constructed in 1920, but currently owned by an English guy Joffe.

The dining room
Accomodation wing hallway
Our room
The room keys…three caps for room 3, two for room 2 where our bikes are stored.

An early night tonight as we will depart early tomorrow for a longer ride of over 120 km and upwards of 2000 metres climbing. Thanks for reading, Ooroo!

Out and back

Generally speaking I’m not a great fan of out and back routes. I prefer to keep moving forward. After such a tough day yesterday we knew exactly how hard it would be riding out. No illusions at all. It was going to be tough with no alternative options possible.

I did not sleep that well, as I listened to the wind and the rain…thinking bugger, bugger, bugger. I do suffer from anxiety so it was concerning me.

We slept in today until 6 am, woken by the helicopter taking off with the Parks and Wildlife firefighters on board. (Multiple staff staying with at least a dozen we counted) with many 4WDs and the chopper.

Breakfast at the Pedder Wilderness Lodge does not commence until 8 am, so we had no choice but to chill and wait. As we waited in the lounge, we watched the chopper land, and spoke with the pilot as he came inside. They came back early as the weather was too wild and windy….great news for two cyclists 🙈

We had a very large breakfast and staff made us sandwiches for our lunch (and very kindly did not charge us for those….think they felt sorry for us).

The weather at breakfast varied as we looked out the window with glimpses of the sun giving us hope.

As we were about to leave, a younger English couple approached us to ask questions about our bikes. They had a large tour van and were doing an organised kayak trip on Lake Pedder. Suddenly we had a Plan B as they said they were heading out early afternoon and would help us out if the weather turned super shite. Very reassuring and nice to know we had a backup plan (as receptions advice was we should hitchhike!)

The wind was omnipresent. No hiding that elephant, but I’d have to say today it was more help than hindrance as it was still a south westerly. However, it was raining and we would spend much of the next few hours taking raincoats on and off.

The ride out was tough with a couple of really nasty, extended climbs where the inclines were consistently 10-15%. That’s tough with the touring gear on board.

Here is todays climbing graph. The hardest climb was that needle just before 40 km. That was harder than the one at around 52 km.

The weather though does provide different outlooks and here are some of the earlier photos that I like.

Notice the background mountain in the mist

Then we had some sun and blue sky.

This is me finishing off the climb to the highest point of the day.

After a couple of mongrel climbs we were finally at the high point again, and it was blowing a gale, so we descended a short distance and sat on the side of the road to have a sandwich.

As can be seen in the photo above, I am sitting on the edge of a bushfire area that was devastated nearly 2 years ago in the Tasmanian World Heritage area. The regrowth has started but will still take many years recovery.

The area directly behind where I sat, showing the fresh young regrowth.

Tasmania has a significant area of land designated as world heritage, and the area we were just leaving covers 15,800 km2, representing almost 20% of Tasmania. It includes seven national parks and various other reserves.

Having left the wilderness, we were tracking towards Maydena, the town with no food! Again the cafe sign was open, but they still appeared closed. So we motored on another 12 km towards National Park.

Now happily ensconced at the local pub, we have showered, washed our clothes that should dry in record time in the wind. The pub is old and quite traditional old style Aussie pub.

Thanks for reading, Ooroo

Wild, wild (south) west

Holy moly, what a day. Today is one of those days that will never fade into oblivion, but forever be etched in our memories.

Three main reasons – firstly it required lots of body engine power with over 2300 metres climbing into south westerlies of up to 60 kmh gusts. Secondly – we bonked ( me more so) and thirdly, extraordinary views.

At the start of our day we received a call from a cycling/swimming friend Paul L who was riding while he talked. He wanted to tell us that he saw us crossing the Bridgewater Bridge the previous day, and wish us luck for the rest of the trip. As a surveyor he has been through many of our areas travelled and it brought back memories.

The first 30 odd km were ok, leaving New Norfolk early with a lighter breakfast, and plans to eat at either National Park or Maydena. For about 25 km we roughly followed the Derwent River.

The first small township we rode through was Bushy Park, with lots of hops growing in fields.

Grapes also featured. Very pleasant with the sun out and no wind at this stage.

Mt Field National Park was quiet and the cafe closed. It was 8.50 am so probably a tad early. The pub we are staying at tomorrow night looks positively deserted! The Tyenna River looked very nice.

Downhill section on route Maydena

Maydena was another 12 km further on and there were signs out for a cafe at a MTB business so we plodded on. Sadly when we got to Maydena the town was quiet and snoozy. We were excited to see the Open sign for the MTB cafe but turns out they leave it there 24/7. I find that annoying and false advertising.

We peered through windows as we could hear dogs, and a lady came out (coffee in hand!) saying they were not open. I made a suggestion that perhaps they should bring their signs in when closed.

We stopped for a breather here.

We rode through areas savaged by more recent bushfires.

From hereon in our day became difficult. We climbed and descended, climbed and descended with our elevation climbing until we were at 651m above sea level. This is also where the omnipresent wind decided it would stay with us for the rest of todays ride.

The elevation graph shows the nasty pinches.

The views were amazing with an array of mountains.

At the 80 km point I was bonked….meaning I was not keeping up enough nutrition for the physical efforts required, fluid was also low. I was dizzy and felt generally shite. We stopped and had one of our emergency bars and studied the maps for rivers. We had crossed and passed so many earlier, but when you need one, none to be found.

Fortunately some 10-15 km further on, Tony thought he heard a waterfall off the road in the dense rainforest and filled up our bidons. We figured being so remote, no chance of agricultural wash off, and we would take the risk, as we were both so very thirsty.

It did the trick and we both picked up heaps, which was good as those hills did not relent and we had head wind and gusts most climbs.

Shortly thereafter was this weird sign.

We had no idea what to expect. This surprised us as it does seem somewhat out of place given the remoteness.

Onwards we plodded with both Lake Gordon and Lake Pedder looming on our Garmin computer, but not in the vistas which were extraordinary by now.

Finally the first part of Lake Pedder, the McPartlan Pass canal. Interesting information including the fact that the scheme is three times the size of the Snowy Mountains Lake Eucumbene.

Lake Pedder

Lake Pedder, or the edge of it. I never saw the original Lake Pedder before it was flooded, but it was a truly magnificent from all reports. I dug out an old photo. Sally C (work contact from the Federal Government) is staying here with her husband who used to fly tourists in. He is unsure where this old beach is now given the extent of the damming.

We were very relieved to finally make it to our accomodation at Pedder Wilderness Lodge, formerly the Hydro village that the workers lived in during the construction of the dam walls. This is the view off the main dining area.

Our room is one of the cheaper ones, being former workers accomodation, complete with ear plugs. Guess the walls are thin?

Dinner, we had two options….5.30 pm or 7.30 pm…we laughed. We were starving and 5.30 pm suited us fine. First time this trip we had three courses and planning on leaving later tomorrow for their buffet breakfast. Main course I had a steak and Tony parmigiana.

A helicopter landed a while ago, and it was used to transport Parks and Wildlife staff who are staying here tonight too.

Thanks for reading….we’re knackered and enjoying sitting on the lounges overlooking Lake Pedder. As a certain famous Australian used to say ‘do yourself a favour’ and come and check out Lake Pedder.

The good, the bad, the ugly

Farewell to Sienna (the good granddaughter) and her mum and dad from Granny and Poppy Tony took time, as she stood and waved for many long minutes. We waited for her to pass us in the car for our final goodbyes.

My kids live wide and far (Hobart, Melbourne, Adelaide-Gold Coast and Basel, Switzerland) so I am fortunate that at least I live in the same state as Sienna despite still being over 300 km away.

After our final wave, we entered the max peak hour traffic heading out from Acton Park to the major highway that heads into the city. We hopped onto a gravel footpath to minimise impact, being tooted by my daughter in laws Mum as she headed off to work.

We headed via the Coal Valley to Richmond with one final view of the water.

The Coal Valley has some quirky named places, such as Peter Rabbit Garden, Puddleduck Vineyard, just down the road from Duckhole Rivulet.

Richmond is one of Tasmania’s oldest villages, initially established as a pioneering district within the Van Diemen’s Land penal colony.

It boasts Australia’s oldest existing stone arched bridge. Construction commenced in 1823 using convict labour from the nearby Richmond Gaol. The convicts were forced to mine the sandstone and then transport it to the site.

Earlier today a friend from my school days, Kim K told me that her husband has done extensive restoration work on the bridge throughout his career as a stonemason, having also repointed the entire bridge. What a great legacy to be part of.

My eldest son Joshua and his wife Kimberley had their wedding photos taken in the grounds of the bridge too.

The church spire belongs to St John’s Catholic Church and is considered to be the oldest Roman Catholic Church in Australia, constructed in 1836.

At the rear of Richmond Bakery is the Richmond Wine Wall with an array of barrels from local vineyards, promoting what is where.

A great courtyard to have some breakfast.

St Luke’s Church was built in 1834-1836 and is the oldest Anglican. church in Australia. The clock mounted in the church tower chimes each hour and is manually wound by a group of volunteers.

I like this church wall. Not sure of the story or history, but renovation work was taking place.

Leaving Richmond we headed out on a relatively quiet road to Tea Tree, a lovely rural area.

Lovely rural went out the window once we arrived in Brighton. It is busy and nothing attractive about it at all (the ugly). It is a busy necessity we must pass through, as happens touring. Weaving around we joined a three km bike route which was an excellent idea, but in need of some maintenance.

The Bridgewater Bridge and causeway are amongst my earliest childhood travelling memories, and I always wanted to see the bridge rise and watch a boat move through. I have seen it once, and I was in my early 40’s, so I had to wait many years.

Last view of Mt Wellington

Crossing the bridge, views to the south and north.

Head down we concentrated as we did the final leg to New Norfolk. The road was busy with varying verge. We arrived by 12.30 pm and were able to gain early access to our room, overlooking the Derwent River.

Fantastic accomodation, beautifully positioned we showered and washed our clothes, with the idea of walking back into town for a look. However, the best laid plans do not always work.

The washing machine cycle took an agonisingly long 90 minutes (that was a shorter cycle). Then the door would not open and the handle snapped off, leaving our clothes trapped inside (the bad).

That was a bugger kind of moment. In there were arm warmers, gilets, gloves of which we only have one pair each, plus jersey and bibs (we do have a spare pair). We tried and tried, watched You Tube videos and nothing worked. We advised the lady owner who was immediately scathing and grumpy.

Whilst Tony waited for her further advice, I walked the 2 km back into town to sort out dinner and destress! I also put a post onto FB seeking my friends wisdom. We tried a variety of their ideas, but the big winner was my Zwift friend James N who asked to see a photo of the lock, then suggested a flat knife….it worked!! Sounds like we will be charged for the service fee, travel and new lock…but we have our clothes!

Final view tonight as I look out our window. Incredibly peaceful. Big day tomorrow! Thanks for reading. Ooroo.

South Arm and Opossum Bay

Today we planned to explore South Arm and Opossum Bay. Both areas nearly completely surrounded by water, connected to the rest of the South Arm Peninsula by a narrow isthmus (the southern part of the map below).

We stopped for breakfast at Lauderdale, also situated on a narrow isthmus. Next stop was Goat Bluff Lookout.

View to the North East
View south looking at Betsey Island
View straight ahead

Next stop was the South Arm RSL and Iron Pot Golf Club. We turned in there as we could see an army tank. The South Arm war memorial is very interesting and well done with the tail fin of a F111 ( F one eleven), M113 armoured personnel carrier, and an image of HMAS Hobart, amongst the exhibits.

We headed on through the village of South Arm towards Opossum Bay stopping to admire this house and view. There has been some debate tonight about whether this is the house that Brian Ritchie, the bassist with the famous US folk punk band Violent Femmes owns. Apparently he is best mates with Tasmania’s leading IVF specialist who travels with the band. Further curiosity is that Brian also acts as a curator for MONA. Whoever owns this house, has a magnificent spot.

The road comes to a halt where a new development is proposed for End Arm, an area originally settled by a colonist by the name of Gellibrand. The area will feature a golf course, walking and cycling tracks and looks awesome!

We were really impressed with Opossum Bay. Lovely beach, calm water and houses overlooking the beach.

Noted on the back deck of this house was a very Aussie Xmas tree…made with thongs ( known as flip flops, jandals to others).

Pretty awesome jetty and pontoon. We rode right out this one.

We rode out on the main road (having come in on a secondary road), and took a few turn offs to check out sights. Calvert Lagoon and beach are the next few photos.

Our final turn off was down to Clifton Beach, where a bunch of school kids were having surf lessons.

A very pleasant day ride of around 75 km, somewhat undulating with headwinds heading in, tailwinds out. Tomorrow we commence our journey to the West Coast and central region of Tasmania.

Thanks for reading. Ooroo