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Nov 20th:
We leave
Fi and Allans early and head for Bunbury. We are hoping that by
arriving early the Dolphins will come into the bay. We wait about 1.5
hours and they don't show. Julie is disappointed.
We leave Bunbury
and head towards Busselton. This place has a jetty that is the longest
in the southern hemisphere. They have a train that runs or you can
walk. No prizes for guessing which option we took.
We had a look
around the town and then headed for the lighthouse at Cape Naturaliste.
We had a guided tour that was very interesting.
More stairs! Is
nothing in this country flat or level?
We stop at Meelup
Beach, a very pretty spot to have a cuppa and then go down the coastal
scenic road towards Margaret River and start looking for a place to
roost for the night. "No camping" signs outnumber the tourists but
we`eventually find a place and stop for the night.
Nov 21st:
We check
out the Tourist office at Margaret River and the wine display there.
Armed with a million brochures we set out to have a look at the place
that everyone seems to remember about W.A.
We have a road map
that has road names and wineries listed. After trying to navigate by
streets we give up and navigate by wineries. They are better signposted
and easier to find than the streets.
The Margaret River
Chocolate Factory brochure gives the impression that you will see how
chocolate is made. Unfortunately it was not what we had in mind. Bear
in mind that we have toured the Cadbury Factory and done the whole bit
so we were disappointed to find that all you see is chocolate being
poured into moulds through a pane of glass.
The Margaret River
Dairy Farm was next on our hit list. They have various cheeses for
tasting. Some are very very nice so we purchase some.
You may be
noticing a trend here. Bugger the history, lets pig out!
The candy cow is
next and Julie would like to sample all that is there but you are
limited to 2 samples of very finely sliced fudge.
The Eagles
Heritage Raptor Wildlife`Centre is a must see venue in my opinion. It
is not so much a show as an education in predatory birds of Australia
and is a bit of an eye opener in some respects. I had thought that
Wedge Tails have been protected after being hunted to near extinction
in the 1970's. Wrong!! Farmers can still obtain permits to shoot them.
I was astounded.
Julie went on a
tour of Lake Cave and Caveworks and enjoyed it.
I fiddled with the
truck and toyed with how to improve the rear end. It is getting like
mine, sagging a bit. The springs should have been replaced before we
left but as has been said before, time got in the way. The front is
feeling it too and doesn't look much better.
Boranup Karri
Forest scenic drive is worth doing as well.
We are getting
into "the up" part of W.A. You will see what I mean if you have a look
at a map. Nearly every town ends in "up", it is enough to get you down.
We move on to
Augusta.
The astute ones
amongst you may have noticed that we did not go to any wineries. Two
reasons: Firstly, I don't drink and secondly as the truck is over 4.5
Tonnes I have to have a zero alchohol reading. Was a bugger at
Bundaberg but Julie enjoyed my share.
We wandered out to
Cape Leeuwin and the water wheel. Cape Leeuwin is where the Indian
Ocean meets the Southern Ocean and there is a sign saying so but
someone must have erased the line as I couldn't find it. Maybe the wind
had blown it away because it sure was howling. The lighthouse was
closed for maintenance so we couldn't tour it, so no stairs today.
HALLELUJAH!! I chatted to the caretaker for a while and probably learnt
more than if we had gone on the tour.
We then went and
had a look at the most photographed thing here. The water wheel that
pumped water up to the lighthouse keepers houses. The spring which
feeds it is high in calcium and it has turned it into stone. I tried
RP7 but even that did not work.
We camped at
Alexandra Bridge for the night.
Nov 22nd:
we are on
the road early to arrive at the first tour of Jewel Cave. We are the
first there and have a cuppa. We wait and no one else arrives. Julie
goes and books on the tour while I wait in the truck and is told that
if no one else comes that there will be no tour because it is against
safety regulations for only 2 to do it. The guide suggested to Julie
that if I could be pursuaded to come along for free that the tour could
go ahead.
Julie comes back
to the truck and approaches with that pleading look that all husbands
know. She explains the situation and after all sorts of wild promises,
like plenty of cuppas and washing the truck with a toothbrush
(electric, mind you) and getting a severe case of gravel rash from
crawling I relent. She also assures me that there are not many steps.
She lied. Getting up the Eiffel tour without a lift would be easier. We
go on the tour. I really don't find caves that interesting any more as
I have seen most of the caves in Australia. Jenolan, Narracoorte,
Buchan, you name it, I have seen it. It is nice though having your own
personal guide.
We trundle up to
Nannup as we had been told that they ran tours through the sawmill.
They don't, so we dined at Chez Rambler and headed towards Pemberton
stopping at Beedelup Falls along the way, a very pretty spot.
We duly arrive at
Pemberton but the train had already left so we wandered around the
station looking at rolling stock and engines. we then had a look at the
Gloucester Tree. This is a fire lookout sitting atop a huge Karri and
this sucker is tall. There are steps or rungs driven into the trunk and
people are permitted to climb it. Not this Black Duck!!
We have afternoon
tea at the Lavender and Berry Farm and stuff ourselves on pancakes. I
don't know how Julie finds these places and forces me to overindulge.
We amble down to
the Diamond Tree. This is a bit shorter than the Gloucester Tree but is
used for the same purpose. There are 3 in the area. This fact is
important for tomorrow.
We camp the night
here.
Nov 23rd:
We awoke
the next morning to voices outside the van so I opened one eye and
peered through the curtains to see a young couple in deep conversation
over near THE TREE. I get dressed and amble out to find male halfway up
tree and going like the clappers, female at base of tree with stopwatch
in hand. Enough to raise my curiosity (don't need much).
I say gooday and
we exchange pleasantries and I ask what's happening.
She replies that
2-3 times a year they come from Perth for the weekend. So far it sounds
reasonable and romantic. She proceeds. They come down so that he can
CLIMB THE 3 TREES and see if he is getting faster or slower. I say that
some people have strange hobbies. She nods sagely and agrees.
Our next visitor
is an adventure tour guide with a tour party. They (tourists) go to
climb and the guide and I chat.
He is a mess with
cuts, half healed lacerations, band aids and bandages covering his
arms, legs and face. I ask him how the other feller is and he goes to
laugh but realises it would probably hurt. He proceeds to tell me of
how he came to look like he had done a few rounds.
They were on a
long down hill run on a track on mountain bikes when he hit a rut and
like Mulga Bills Bicycle he lost control and came to a grinding halt
using his body as a brake. He smiles ruefully and says it was glad it
was him and not a tourist. He has a cuppa, the tourists arrive back,
drain the reservoirs in the area and reckon that it has been a hoot.
Gees I am glad that I am basically sedentary. Looking at them makes me
sweat.
We pack up and
meander to Manjumup ( I told you everything was "up") and go to the
tourist office. This office adjoins a timber park that has a replica of
an early timber town and some interesting machinery on display. It also
has a shop that has locally made furniture. It is exceptionally well
made but some of the prices are a little unrealistic.
We then go out to
One Tree Bridge. The original bridge was a huge Karri that had been
felled across the creek and was used until the 1960's but traffic
weight and volume necessitated that it be replaced with a modern
bridge. The old bridge has been placed on the bank near the new one.
Nice picnic areas are nearby.
We move on and
drive the short distance to Glenoran Pool, then onto the 4 Aces for
lunch. We have lunch with a couple that have camped there for the
night. The 4 Aces are 4 230 year old Karris that are real giants of the
forest. They still don't compare with our Mountain Ashes! Being a bit
parochial.
After a short
(note short) walk we depart and move on to Fontys Pool via Dean Mill.
Fontys Pool restored my faith that there is some sanity left in the
world. There are signs that state the water is not treated, there is no
lifeguards and you swim at your own risk. Family groups,teenagers and
toddlers were having a great time being themselves on old tractor
tyres. There is a slight entry fee ($1 each) but the place is really
worth it particularly on a hot day.
We were intending
to stay at Shannon National Park but after driving around decided that
the fee was too dear for the facilities. This is listed as a free spot
but it is not.
We move on and
camp 25K from Walpole at a rest area.
The weather is a
little cooler but still warm. That is about to change.
Nov 24th:
We drove through
Walpole to The Treetop Walk and The Valley of The Giants. I had been
looking forward to this ever since getting to Perth. I was not
disappointed. The engineering behind the gantries is fantastic, the
view superb and the staff in the entry station a riot. It is
interesting being near the tops of the Tingle trees and looking down on
the understory. A birds eye view you might say. Even the wwwwwwaaalk
through the valley ain't too bad either.:-)
The weather is
getting cooler as we near Albany. We have a late lunch at Whaleworld.
It is drizzling. What is this stuff that wets you without a tap in
sight? It has been so long we had forgotten what it looked like.
We go into
Whaleworld and immediately joined a tour that was very good. The guide
gave the history of this (the last in Aust.)whaling station. I had done
a tour of an operational station many years ago and the smell was the
thing that I remember most. No words can describe it. It was atrocious.
There is no smell here but I still smell it. She also gives the whole
process from catch to final products and all in between.
As we were late
getting in we ask if we could get a pass out to come back tomorrow. No
problem.
We stay at The
Frenchmans Bay Caravan Park about 1K away. It is cool but not raining.
Nov 25th:
We return to
Whaleworld and poke our noses into every nook and cranny of the
whalechaser that is dry docked there. We spent about 6 hours there but
most people spend about 2-4 hours.
We had lunch at a
very nice picnic area down behind the caravan park.
After lunch we go
to look at the blowholes. We meet a couple just coming up and they
inform us that there is nothing to see as it isn't running a good swell
or enough wind. THERE IS A GOD! There is apparently a heap of steps to
get there. Next stop is the Gap and Natural Bridge.
I dropped Julie in
town to go shopping while I go to get quotes on fitting air suspension
to the rear of the truck. We decide to go ahead as it is getting real
bad.
we book the truck
in for next morning and head for Mt Melville caravan park for the night.
Nov 26th:
I arrive
at the suspension place after dropping Julie off to do a cruise of
Oyster Bay and Kalgan River. The air bags have arrived but they are
huge and there is no way of fitting them without major work. I am ready
to forget about doing anything when I notice a crack in the right hand
spring. No wonder the overloads have been taking the weight. He orders
springs and I have to return tomorrow.
I pick up Julie
and we have lunch at Emu Point. Another nice park on the beach.
We return to Mt
Melville caravan park for the night.
Nov 27th:
I drop
Julie off to shop and I return to the suspension place. We fit the
springs with a little difficulty. Murphy has moved in again. The pins
would not come out easily and the lack of space plus the weight
(75kilos each) all compounded to thwart (not talking about seats
either) an easy job. Covered in grease and dirt we finally finish about
4.00PM and I pick up Julie and we head out. Heaven, no noise from back
end and ride is 200% better but it has highlighted the need to do the
fronts.
We stop at Moingup
Springs National Park. We go to pay fees ($10.00) and are informed that
the Ranger is on his day off and his relief hasn't shown up so no fee.
Bonus for a change.
Nov 28th:
We go on
the tourist drive through the Stirling Ranges. This is a good test for
the rear springs as it is a good gravel road with a few corrugations
every now and then. The drive itself is not spectacular and I think you
would see as much from the main road.
We move on to Lake
Grace for morning tea. This is a nice little town with a good park. We
trundle on to Hyden and Wave Rock.
I think that
nearly everyone has seen pictures of Wave Rock but they really don't do
it justice. It is an awesome piece of stone. We walk (4 Letter word
again) to Hippos Yawn and back again to the truck.
We start our trek
back to Mandurah via Kulin to have a look at the tin horse sculptures
in the farmers paddocks. They are very clever and humourous. On to
Narrogin, Williams, Quindanning and Pinjarra.
If you have only a
short time in this area I would reccommend this drive as it gives a
good cross section of what the area has to offer with forests,
agriculture, wheat fields and of course the inevitable wineries.
On the subject of
wineries it is interesting to note that they seem to compete as to who
can have the fanciest entrance. Gone is the old farm entrance and this
fantastic edifice takes its place.
Before we leave
this part of our trip I better explain that "UP" means meeting place
with water in aboriginal hence everything with up on the end has a
creek nearby.
We lob back on Fi
and Allans door step again. No shot guns and they haven't moved so we
feel welcome.
Nov 29th:
Julie did
washing, I did nothing. We lead exciting lives.
Nov 30th:
Much the
same as yesterday. We go out for tea with Fi and Allan.
Some of you are
probably wondering why we are sitting around, of course some could care
less. LOL. We have decided to have the front springs done before
heading back on the last leg. The other reason is that even though we
are on holidays it is nice to do nothing instead of sightseeing.
Dec 1st:
I
organise with the suspension place in Mandurah to get the springs in,
book the truck in for the morrow and do some cleaning out of the cab.
It is amazing how
much garbage accumulates in this space. Brochures, maps and all sorts
of other stuff seems to hide and then all falls out at once. With the
purchase of souvenirs, extra maps, etc I am sure that the van is
nearing its Gross Weight of 9.0 Tonnes.
I fill the water
tanks and check all the things that need to be done.
Dec 2nd:
I get
covered in grease and dirt again helping Mick put the new springs in.
No real dramas just hot and awkward. I am glad I did not fit them
myself as was the original intention.
Meanwhile Julie
has dined at that international cuisine place called McDonalds and then
went to the flicks.
The new springs
have lifted the front of the truck 100MM and I contemplate how to fit a
lift for Julie to get in. She had a little trouble getting in before
but has worked it out. Oh well, another challenge that I am sure she
will overcome.
I go down to pick
up Julie. She has no problem finding the truck as it now looks like a
skyscraper in the car park. Her foot has trouble reaching the step but
after much laughter from both of us and the multitude that had gathered
she finally made it. She tells me that I had better park close to
gutters so that she can get in easier next time.
The steering
geometry has altered with the new springs so it is off to Picton near
Bunbury to have a wheel alignment. This is one of the disadvantages of
having a truck based Motorhome. It requires in some cases specialised
services that are hard to find. In all the Perth area there are only 2
truck aligners that I could find. It was easier to go to Bunbury than
all the way to the other side of Perth.
All that done and
it is on to Harvey for a look around and a cuppa. Another nice place
that is bigger than you would first think.
The truck is
riding beautifully and now feels like a limo (it requires imagination)
and handles like a Ferrari which worries Julie somewhat. The view has
improved to.
Onwards to
Toodyay. We arrive fairly late and camp at the information bay about 2K
outside town.
Dec 3rd:
Into
Toodyay. We are too early for the Tourist office so go up to the
lookout. We return to town, still shut so we walk the streets. We have
no lucrative offers so have a look at The Coca Cola Museum (free) which
if you are into Coke is fascinating. A craft jewellery shop is also
open. I curse the tourist office for not being open. The vehicle weight
increases even more.
We arrive back at
the tourist office just as it is opening and go through the Flour mill
which is why we were here. It is one of the few old style mills that
has its machinery nearly intact. Very interesting. They also have an
original Poker machine in the tourist office. Julie finally found out
why they are called Pokies.
We point the beast
east and realise we are on the track to home. Time has gone quickly. I
am still hating it. NOT!!!
We stop at
Merriden for lunch and continue on to Kalgoorlie.
We stop at a rest
area 18K from Kal (WA speak) with another motorhome. We chat and
compare notes. It is hot.
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