Have a great weekend!
Have a great weekend!
We headed off to walk the Split Rock Falls circuit today. We started off fairly late but our book of 100 great walks in Tassie told us it only takes 2 1/2 hours so that should have been do-able even with the lack of daylight hours in winter.
When we arrived at the carpark we discovered a hand written sign to say we must allow another 2 hours return to the trip as there is no longer a bridge over the river but a line of boulders to stop us driving any further. Hmmmmm, not good! Not good at all! The guide book didn’t tell us about this and it had poor maps of the area. Plus the Navman is certainly not cut out for bush trails so we decided just to follow the road up a little further and see what happens.
As it was, gulping and holding our breath as we passed over a very rocky, potholed road in a car made only for sealed cruising, we found another fallen bridge and this signified the start of the track to Mother Cummings Peak. We had traveled quite a way up the foot hills and it was just looming there looking at us from through the trees.
To walk up there would still be too long-a-walk for our family, but the Chasm Falls says 1.5 hours return. Perfect!
So we prepared for our walk. Gaters on to stop the leeches and new backpacks for the girls so they can finally carry their own water and snacks. Then we came across another slight obstacle…….. the river.
“I don’t like it” Toddler had good reason to be afraid with Mum and Dad carrying her across the rapid covered rocks. But it was all part of the fun and soon we were all across and heading up the old road to where ever? It didn’t really matter. We were just happy to be out and about!
After half and hour or so up hill we find old signs to a few different walks. Looks like an exciting cross road but it was 1:45pm and the sun was disappearing rapidly behind the mountains. We played in some snow as we read the sign that Chasm Falls was still an hour return. No good. We would need to add at least another half an hour onto that and then there was the walk back to the car. We would be driving out in the dark. This was not desirable.
So, with the mountains taunting us through the trees we reluctantly turned back and headed down the overgrown road once more.
We will be back though.We are eager to discover what Meander Falls State Reserve has to offer! It was the only place we found today above the fog. It was a good place to be today!
Happy walking and have a flabby week!
Two-year-old “I want Mummy!”
Dad “We are just going for a little walk up the mountain not far.”
Two-year-old “No I don’t want to go up. Me want to go home with Mummy!”
Hmmmm was this a good sign or what? (Yes she does speak that well!). With a sigh and no expectations about getting further than a few hundred meters we move on.
Dad had packed all the coats and nibbles in his hiking pack and THIS TIME, 2 year old got her way and got to sit on Dad’s shoulders for 95% of the walk. Rather than sitting in the toddler backpack. The walk took 4.5 hours!
Now the Ben Lomond Carr Villa track is meant to be a 3-4 hours return journey and for others and in summertime it would be just that but our girls decided they hadn’t been ice skating for AGES and as most of the track was ice, they had a lovely time. Skating on the way up. Breaking ice on the way down. And when they weren’t preoccupied with ice (and snow) they were photographing it! Daughter number one actually put Mummy to shame this trip! She was very trigger happy! I am yet to see her shots, but look forward to them.
The first section which takes about half an hour consists of walking on scree through the low shrubs. This of course is unstable underfoot and hence the early realisation that toddler was a bit scared and was better on the shoulders. No convincing someone this stubborn without experience, so Dad resigns to the fact its time to carry her. I’m not much help after surgery in December. I’m not up to carrying anything much other than my camera and rather large lens. So until I’m fit again it’s up to Dad to carry the heavy stuff!
We had a short drink stop at the top of the big opening and then continued to find ice appear on the track as the track started to flattern out. This is when the trip slowed down. We were following the snow pole line which leads up at a distance, past Misery Bluff 1500m.
We then hit a boulder field where the girls were fascinated with the ice crystals in the snow.
Once on the Plains of Heaven we skated ourselves along the flat to the summit pass 1518m and this is where we stopped and had some vegimite sandwiches and a thermos full of tinned spagetti. The sky was so blue. Just a cool breeze and a lot of snow and ice to keep us amused. That was all we needed!
After an icy snowball fight and several damp bottoms from skating accidents it was time to head back down the mountain. The toddler was really into it now and was happy to walk holding our hands for a bit giving “Power Horse”, “Super Dad” a bit of a rest.
No hiccups on the way down other than a little reminder to daughter number two that she has to carry her own coat! I wish I could say this was advice accepted with ‘grace’ but it wasn’t to be. Hence Dad with toddler on the shoulders and big girl scooted on ahead while I worked on getting daughter number two down and in a happy mood!
All that done we arrived back at the Scout Hut to sleeping two year old and Tim-Tams to share.
Very successful day. But you can never plan for a good day. If it works out that way then it’s when we get lucky! And we got lucky yesterday at Ben Lomond. It was a glorious day with number two admitting it was her favourite bush walk EVER!……. Just on the quiet…….she says that every time! (Very cute!)
Enjoy these crisp, cold, bright, winter days!
Walking from home. What a great autumn day! We haven’t tried this walk for a few years as a family! Certainly not with number 3!
The day started well with lots of skipping and smiling faces. An interesting creature or coloured tree every few steps. I actually let myself be truly happy for a little bit! The big girls are seasoned walkers now but the crazy toddler decided she was a big kid too. Run 20 paces up hill then drop the shoulders and the lip…”Me worned out now!” She exclaimed. Well this went on for a bit until we really had to put her in the carry pack! “Hard work Mumma!”
There was a reasonable climb up over rocks that a shorty girl would have trouble conquering! It would only take 10-15 minutes for the rest of us. Just a short trip in the backpack. There was nothing for it but to get her in there…. But “NO!” was our answer every which-way we explained it. No bribing with milk, no after demonstrations from big sissies! Hahaha! Number two will not be happy I shared! …..
So we strapped her in kicking and screaming hoping that she would ‘Get over it” in a few minutes…..
No! Not today! So the 10-15 minutes was devoid of usual wildlife and really quite disturbing!… Nevermind! Big hugs all round. Mummy to the rescue and then she was off again racing the big girls for a bit. Walking with a stick for a cane and holding it well away from herself when she ran! (Worked that one out herself!), until she was “Bit tired, carry me!”…..
Stuffed giraffe had the cushy seat! Toddler chose the shoulders with built in head rest! She was also high enough away from Dad’s pockets with leeches onboard! Two big suckers we found!
So after all these dramas we made it down to Duck Reach Power Station and were disappointed with all the blackberry and broken glass down under the bridge. That made it hard to rock-hop. So deciding not to linger we took the main path from Duck Reach to the Gorge, counting down the numbered 2k walk by the signs on the ground every 100 metres. Then back to the Gorge Restaurant for a bucket of hot chips and a run around with the peacocks before we set off home.
All in all the walk took us 3+ hours. It was a lovely day! But next time we have decided to take a proper backpack with some proper supplies other than just water. Fruit!As for the toddler backpack filled with stuffed animals (and Monster High dolls), It has served us well over the past 10 years! But it might be time to hang it up for good!…. But she’s only 2!…. The more you have, it is true what they say… The faster they grow!
Enjoy your week!
The Tessellated Pavement on the Tasman Peninsular is a bit of fun to visit.
It is situated a little north of Eaglehawk Neck. A narrow isthmus which is steeped in convict history. The infamous ‘Dog Line’ was stationed here. This was created for the convicts who managed to escape Port Arthur. It was a line of men with lamps and nasty dogs that were stationed to stop the poor wretches from passing. They must have thought themselves with no hope when looking at the terrain and endless bush to a civilisation many miles away…. Without even comprehending the horrendous dog line!
Thankfully no such thing exists now and the girls enjoyed their experience. This consisted of wading along the wet rocks while gentle waves lapped the rock shelf. It was a wet day, but gorgeous.
There is an abundance of sea life around this area and scuba diving is a big thing. The girls are keen to come back when the weather is warmer and have a snorkel.
Hell-On-Earth for a convict but stunningly beautiful to experience while wrapped in warm dry clothes, with a full belly, adequate transport and One Direction bleeding…. oh I mean blaring in ones ears.
Enjoy your day!
Drama number two unfolded as hubby decided to add more fuel to the trangia while it was still alight. Not an idea I would recommend. Thankfully he had prepared a couple of pots with water for a cuppa later which were used to douce the flames before they engulfed the entire dinner area. It was a bit of excitement for a few minutes. Girls were a bit amazed at the hole in the tea towel but the snags were just perfect.
The day had been overcast and still and really just perfect. Next we thought it was time for roasting marshmellows on the beach followed by a spot of fishing! Nothing serious. Only seaweed caught on our lines.
She was so cautious with the flames. One contented little girl.
Forgot to mention the many many unfriendly little inhabitants of our campsite! Jack Jumpers and Bull ants/Inchmen? On a previous camping trip we started out with number two being bitten on her foot. It swelled up far past her ankle and she cried all night. Thankfully, this trip, amazingly saw no one bitten. The picture bellow is a little out of focus. I haven’t got a micro lens.
The night fell around us and as we finally bunked down for the evening it started to rain. How pleasant it was. The toddler who NEVER sleeps all night happened to be the ONLY person who did sleep all night.
Running to the luxury flushing toilet block at 3:30am with a headlight was very interesting in the rain. It was like running in a blizzard without all the cold wind.
We encountered a very tame possum who had rearranged our camp table for us ready for breakfast????? Upon rising in the morning we were sorry to see that the pleasant nightime rain had continued. It was shaping up to be a wet pack-up.
Big girls decided to skip pack-up and head down to the beach while toddler helped us deflate boats and pack up tent poles, all the while acting as go-between from beach to camp…. not impressed! Hmmm. Note for next time: Must remedy lazy girl syndrome!
Apart from the rain and the few tiny dramas, the girls got to paddle, fish, fossick and discover. Run free and cook on the beach. They had a ball! So did we.
I must mention though that we were revisiting the exact same beach where the milkshake episode had occurred. (See Part One!) The spot where years earlier we had packed up in the rain only to have the car refuse to turn over. That thankfully did not happen and now the little one has been initiated into the camping club!
A successful camp indeed!
The Tasmanian landscape is quite diverse. I hope to expand and share many different expressions of the ‘View of the Land’.