1st leg – Melbourne to Perth, 3420kms, 42 days, 81kms/day 2nd leg – Perth to Broome, 2240kms, 37 days, 60kms/day 3rd Leg – Broome to Katherine, 1555kms, 25days, 62kms/day Broken Leg – Katherine to Melbourne, 3440kms, 9 days, 382kms/day, only one driver and a navigator learning the meaning of disability! Continue reading Revised Trip Plan
We pack our bathers and drive 60kms north of Katherine to Edith Falls and what a pretty spot. We walk the kilometre up to the top where the climb gets a little bit difficult and we have a swim in the pool. It’s a real bucket list thing swimming in a waterfall fed pool in the Northern Territory. The walk down is much cooler in our wet togs. I am giving Woody a hard time about wearing sandals on a bush walk and as the track evens out I stop concentrating on my footing and WHACK I find myself on … Continue reading Lindsey Falls
We were based in Hervey Bay, Qld experiencing our first northern winter as grey nomads. There were two bucket list items that had to be ticked before we headed south again to freeze our extremities off. Whale Watching It is another perfectly clear day. We are picked up by the bus at 9:00am and board the Freedom 111 at the marina. Keith, Bill and Stacey are cheerful, professional and welcoming, telling us that we have the run of the boat whilst we are on board. The bay is, as it has been since we arrived here, perfectly flat. These are … Continue reading A Tale of Two Tours
Shelves or hangars? I’ve long since come to the conclusion that clothes travel better on shelves and for several reasons. It seems that often the wardrobes aren’t deep enough for hangars to fit without hanging on an angle. Wardrobes are often narrow so you may only be able to fit half a dozen hangars any way so the bulk of your clothing ends up riding around in a pile at the bottom of the wardrobe. Of course this then causes the hanging clothes to bunch up at the bottom thus destroying any advantage of hanging anyway. When hanging rails are … Continue reading Laundering on the Road
The boys cook breakfast in the camp kitchen and a long breakfast ensues. Gee we can talk and the discussion is all about toilets, heaven forbid. In the evening our mate M cooks the trout that she caught at Lake Eucumbene and once more the talk turns to toilets. People wonder why we joined a caravan club but I’ll bet they don’t know as much as we do about toilets! Thus I have it on good opinion, fuelled by a warm evening under the stars partaking of freshly caught trout and cheap wine, the best method of operating a chemical … Continue reading Toilet Humour
We visit friends in Perth on our way up the west Coast and as we are leaving their small poodle races over to the garden on the verge and has a good sniff. “Oh” says our friend “Charlie is checking his pee mail” and as he cocks his leg, “Now he’s sending one”. Continue reading His Inbox is Full
South from Mildura,Vic we take the B200, the Henty Highway which is flanked with bright yellow canola. It only seems like minutes before we reach the hamlet of Hopetoun. For such a small town accommodation choices abound. There is a caravan park and then there is the lake, Lake Lascelles. A small perfectly round lake fringed with sandy beaches and shaded by red gums. We pay $20 for a powered and watered site on the grass fronting the lake. There is an adequate camp kitchen and ablution block. On the eastern shore there is free camping with gold coin donation … Continue reading Lake Lascelles
As we drive we are talking about how we’re becoming overwhelmed by all of the experiences that we’ve had on this, our trip through Western Qld and as we pull up at the Augathella Road junction we see a kangaroo just standing there watching the traffic. We round the next bend into the little town of Morven and there is a crowd of people sitting in the sun having morning tea. They all wave vigorously and as we pull over a pocket rocket in yellow called Dulcie runs up to my window. It happens to be the town’s “Longest Morning … Continue reading Morven, Qld
The Cooktown Hotel advertises sunset on their verandah and we decide to take them up on their offer. The front door is shaded by a piece of striped canvas hanging down about a metre. We lift the canvas and enter the cool of the bar. It is busy and noisy and classic rock is still playing as it was earlier in the day, now it’s the Rolling Stones. We are greeted by a small shaggy dog with a big smile. We take our drinks up the steep wooden stairs and find half a dozen others on the verandah. There are … Continue reading Cooktown Hotel
