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Saturday, January 24, 2015

New Year road trip day 3: Mallacoota

On the third day of our road trip we had a quick look around Lakes Entrance before setting off for Mallacoota at the pointy end of Victoria.


 A yacht just after entering the eponymous entrance


 Synchronised preening near the North Arm Bridge


Nigel No Neck tries to act natural

Our first stop was Marlo, a small coastal town where the Snowy River flows into the Tasman Sea. We saw seals! There were a few people fishing from the jetty and the local seals obviously knew they could expect some fishy tidbits to be thrown their way.  There were two of them and they were very playful. Only one got a fish while we were there because the fisherman only caught one. 





 The mouth of the Snowy River


The man with a baby for a head

We continued along the coast, stopping at Cape Conran and Cowrie Bay. We took a short walk along a trail through banksia scrub to the rocky beach. 


 Old banskia, new banksia

 Slabs of rock with sharp vertical corrugations





 Smooth blue-grey rocks as big as cantaloupes



Beach art (not of our making)

I picked up some small smooth stones from the beach - there's something very pleasing about holding a smooth stone in the palm of your hand - and we hit the highway again, where rolling hills and farmland had given way to native forest on either side. Next up was Cann River for lunch.

 Charming little church in Cann River

We attempted a walk beside the river after lunch, but unlike most signposted walks, the narrow trail was just a narrow path of flattened grass through the bush. We're all for getting off the beaten track, but not if there's a strong risk of a surprise encounter with a snake (especially as we had bare skin at snake height). It was hot and super humid anyway, so I didn't mind getting back into the air conditioned car. 

While zipping along the highway again we spotted a turn off for Genoa Point in the Croajingolong National Park and hung a rightie onto the gravel road.  Like a lot of places we visited on this trip, this was a spontaneous side-trip. I did do some research before we left, which is where I read about Agnes Falls at Toora, but other stuff we saw signposted along the way and decided to visit on the spur of the moment. We also stopped off at information centres to investigate local walks and attractions. Planning ahead is good, but I think the essence of a road trip is to make it up as you go along.

Anyway, this gravel road was rough, rutted and winding and consequently it felt very long. We finally got to the car park for the walk to Genoa Point to find that it would take a few hours to get to the peak and back, which was more time than we wanted to invest in it. 

So it was back onto the rough gravel road again. We did see a goanna, so it was a worthwhile tangent. 

Tree hugger. It was about a metre long


Ready for his close up

We arrived in Mallacoota around 5 o'clock and booked a motel room. Apart from our first night in Foster, we didn't book any of our accommodation in advance. I think a lot of people must have gone back to work on 5 January so we didn't struggle to find a place to stay anywhere. 

We put our bathers on and headed for the beach - First Bastion Point for a view of Gabo Island. This is the island I mentioned previously that is often mentioned on the ABC weather report (which is because it's a shipping reference). In the end we didn't visit it, but we did see it and its pink granite lighthouse in the distance. 

 Teeny weeny lighthouse at far right 


Closer (hazy) view

It doesn't look it from a distance, but the Gabo Island lighthouse is the second-tallest lighthouse in Australia. 

A beautifully refreshing sea breeze was blowing as we walked along the beach to where the sea and the lake system meet, so we didn't end up going for a swim. I did get my feet wet though and picked up some shells. 

There was an information board at a deck overlooking the beach with information on local flora and fauna, including the Gloomy Octopus. The Gloomy Octopus!!! I thought this was hilarious. How do they know it's not a happy octopus? Can you pick it? 

Yeah, I know, it's hard enough to see the thing, 
let alone determine its emotional state

Then we headed to Betka Beach, on the recommendation of our motel caretaker. During a stroll along the beach I found this blue creature. 




At first I thought it was dead, but as my poking finger got closer to it, it started to wave that tentacle around. Consequently I kept my finger to myself. I guessed it was a blue bottle jellyfish, which I knew to be a nasty customer. When I got home I  googled it and discovered a blue bottle is the same thing as a man o' war jellyfish (which isn't actually a jellyfish). Definitely a nasty customer - its stings are extremely painful and, in rare cases of allergic reaction, can cause deadly side effects. They can still sting for hours or days after death so if you see one on the beach that looks dead, no poking! 

Betka Beach also had a lot of rugged rocks, this time with beautiful ochre seams running through them. We were there during the golden hour, which made them even more attractive. 





Looks like the beach artist was here too


Another local 


Betka Beach - mouth of Betka River in the foreground

From Betka Beach we set out on a coastal walk, much of which took us through tunnels of ti tree that were otherwise deserted and quiet. It was a little spooky. 

 


Dinner-plate-sized spider webs, 
for added spookiness

By now it was dinner time so we headed back into town and ate in the motel restaurant (more scotch fillet and chips for me). Luke had a swim in the motel pool, but I was too tired. Another early night ensued. 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

New Year road trip day 1: Wilsons Prom

We're back from our road trip, back at work and back to reality, but we had such a wonderful time I still feel happy when I think about it. (I've also had a very quiet week at work so the drudgery of real life hasn't erased my post-holiday contentedness...yet.)

We left home early on Sunday morning with light rain falling, but by the time we arrived at our first destination - Wilsons Promontory ("the Prom") - the sun was shining. 


We visited Squeaky Beach (named for the sand, which squeaks when you walk on it...if you stab your feet into it to create friction).





The big, lichen-covered boulders at the far end of the beach, with a 
small steam in the foreground winding its way to the ocean

With added Luke, for scale

 Tidal River. The nearby info centre, camp ground and a few 
shops are the epicentre of Wilsons Prom National Park

After lunch, we walked to the summit of Mount Oberon. It was a sweaty, tiring walk for me (note to self: go to gym more this year), but the view from the peak and the refreshing cool wind made my huffing and puffing and aching calves worthwhile. 

 Norman Bay and Tidal River mid-shot; 
Leonard Bay and Squeaky Beach beside that 

The rocky peak of Mt Oberon

We encountered a friendly local on the side of the path as we walked back down. Luke sauntered past it unawares, but I spotted it with my beady eye. 


We think it's an Eastern Tiger Snake, which is one of the most deadly snakes in Australia - in the world in fact. It's also fast moving, aggressive and bad tempered according to my google research, but this one was docile. It sat there calmly looking back at us and a small gathering of other people as we took photos of it. 

Sssssmile!

It eventually slithered down the edge of the path and into the undergrowth - as shown in this video I took and didn't edit because I'm lazy and not techno-savvy. Call me odd, but I find it super exciting seeing snakes in their natural habitat, as long as I'm a safe distance from them of course. This isn't my first tiger snake encounter, nor the deadliest snake I've got close to in the wild.



Next up was Whisky Bay, another gorgeous beach book-ended by huge boulders, including this one, which I have named Big Toe Rock (if it wasn't already called that).



Rocky reflections

The other end of the beach

Footprints in the sand

Probably this guy's. Check out that beak and eye!

It was late in the afternoon by now and we hit the road for Foster, a small town inland where we had a cabin booked for the night. We passed a lot of paddocks with rolls of hay. 


We had dinner at one of the local pubs In Foster where I had the first of many scotch fillet steaks with chips and salad for the trip, and Luke had icecream with chocolate topping and sprinkles for dessert. 

We were in bed before 9.30, tired and happy.