Going places!

Cradle Mountain by Naomi Petrack

Cradle Mountain by Naomi Petrack

 

I have been going through my old photos and moving them to a new drive. I do feel slightly uncomfortable not having print-outs or negatives. I am guessing I am not alone in this feeling. Of course people take so many more photos these days and it would take a room to store mine all printed out by the end of my career… Maybe sooner? But they are my legacy! A visual diary of a life lived! Really interesting for others to study in a 100 years time. My descendants maybe?

Anyhow, I came across this one. I actually sold a version some years back to be used in a brochure! I love it. The girls are tweens now. Time just flies! But it is also relevant to our lives now as we currently pack to travel for a few weeks. Unlike so many other families we know we will be staying in Australia. Probably spending twice as much by doing this but we have some family commitments along the way!

Looking forward to leaving this wet-windy State I’m sorry to say. It hasn’t been an easy winter for the outdoor pursuits with a family in-tow here in Tasmania!

I will be in touch!

Enjoy your October!

Nomewome

Meander – Meandering!

Meander Falls State Reserve Walks Signage

Meander Falls State Reserve walks signage

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.

Oh No the Bridge has gone!

Oh No…. the Bridge has gone!

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!

Add another half an hour to this I think!

Add another half an hour to this I think!

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.

The River Crossing from the iPhone!

The river crossing from the iPhone!

We wondered if this fungi was dense or hollow?

We wondered if this fungi was dense or hollow?

“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!

Track to Smoko Falls

Track to Smoko Falls

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.

Fun in a tiny patch of snow!

Fun in a tiny patch of snow!

So, with the mountains taunting us through the trees we reluctantly turned back and headed down the overgrown road once more.

One of the Peaks taunting us from behind the bushes!

One of the Peaks taunting us from behind the bushes!

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!

Fog glorious fog!

Fog glorious fog!

Happy walking and have a flabby week!

Nomewome

Snow and Ice – The Best Bush Walk Ever! – Ben Lomond

I don't like the idea of this Mum! I wouldn't mind it if you took me home now!

I don’t like the idea of this Mum! I wouldn’t mind it if you took me home now!

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!

This is where I'm meant to be on a bush walk!

This is where I’m meant to be on a bush walk!

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.

Amazing crystal formations in the snow here and my camera has run out of memory! Argh!

Amazing crystal formations in the snow here and my camera has run out of memory! Argh!

Look guys a heart shape in the ice!

Look guys a heart shape in the ice!

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!

"I want to get down and skate on the ice for a bit Daddy!"

“I want to get down and skate on the ice for a bit Daddy!”

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.

Plains of Heaven

Plains of Heaven – following the snow pole line

Amazing how these sturdy highland plants withstand the weight of the ice and snow.

Amazing how these sturdy highland plants withstand the weight of the ice and 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.

Check out this ice guys!

Check out this ice guys!

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!

Slipper up hill bit to the pass

Slipper up hill bit to the pass

Time to head back down now. "But we haven't made a snowman yet!"

Time to head back down now. “But we haven’t made a snowman yet!”

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!

Nomewome

3pm and the ice is still stuck hard to the snow pole!

3pm and the ice is still stuck hard to the snow pole!

The Cataract Gorge Reserve – Duck Reach Power Station Circuit and a Toddler Backpack!


Other side of the creek from theDaffodil Walk

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! …..

A Heavy Load!

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!”…..

Solution

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!

Pocket Leech!

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!

Nomewome
You just gotta laugh!

Tessellated Wanderings!

The Tessellated Pavement at Eaglehawk Neck

The Tessellated Pavement at Eaglehawk Neck

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!

Nomewome

Overnight Camp a Big Success at the Beach: Part Two, Welcome to the Camping Club!

Coles Bay central.

Coles Bay central from our patch of beach.

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.

Our view from the Camp site in the National Park

Our view from the Camp site in the National Park

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.

Roasting Marshmellows on the beach.

Roasting Marshmellows on the beach.

She was so cautious with the flames. One contented little girl.

Marshmellow Roasting

Pretending to fish. We did lose a lot of bate though so something must have been happy. Pretending to fish. We did lose a lot of bate though so something must have been happy.

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.

Camp enemy number 1. Pictured here with bird poo! Jack Jumpers are nasty, nasty little creatures.

Camp enemy number 1. Pictured here with bird poo! Jack Jumpers are nasty, nasty little creatures.

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.

Early morning view from our camp.

Early morning view from our camp.

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!

Evidence of a tiny helper. In the rain and all!

Evidence of a tiny helper. In the rain and all!

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!

Cheers

Nomewome

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Overnight Camp a Big Success at the Beach: Part One

Twilight frolicking beneath the Hazard Mountains at Coles Bay

Twilight frolicking beneath the Hazard Mountains at Coles Bay

Long weekend and never a dull moment in our household. Between dancing and sporting activities, parties and daytime naps there never seems enough time in the year to have a guilt free night away.

But night away we did have. Nappies and all!

Hubby had been hinting for quite sometime now that instead of just taking big kids he would like me to start coming again on these amazing experiences. Of course, sleep depraved and irritable there was no way I could be convinced of staying in a tent with all its discomforts until I was feeling up to it.

I have been there and done that for 6 months hardcore through Europe with him! Locally we have braved it with the other two. I love it don’t get me wrong. But there are certain things that hubby has made clear that he does without the rest of us if he is given an inch!

One example being that if we are anywhere near a mountain, he is up at 4am to climb it. One trip I realised upon finally arising at 7am with a vomiting 4 year old and two year old of whom I had been trying to keep quiet since 4am due to her Father’s unsuccessful quiet departure from the campsite. (He pipped the horn!) That he had left me without water and transport. It was too early for our neighbours and too early for the camp operators that had their shop at the entrance at least a kilometre away! And yes I did run down to check!

Another time it pelted with rain on pack-up shortly after our beach walk to a cafe that had ended with the 3 year old throwing strawberry milkshake all over herself until she was so wet that at first glance anyone on the beach may have thought we had thrown her in the ocean! Of course come a little closer and she smelt of sore strawberry milk! The rain on this day was drenching and cold! Then the car wouldn’t start!

Anyway there has been other instances too but I wont elaborate as I feel this will deflate my argument somewhat by ‘over doing-it a bit’.

Now you may say “oh that’s all the fun of it”. True! But I can limit the fun thanks. When I have the energy to deal with it all …… and the washing!

But this weekend we were all good to go!……….

We did have to revise how we catered for the big girls though. The $10 boogie boards were not going to cut-the-mustard in the bay, so we brought $15 blow-up boats from Kmart! We looked at $400 kayaks and the like and decided the girls needed to see whether it was likely to be something they enjoyed first. Then maybe they might need to talk to Santa?

….And so we set ourselves up for the first drama! Second child fitted 2 oars and decided when Mum said it was time to turn around and row back in the opposite direction, that she would panic and start to float away…. Sigh…. Super Dad to the rescue! Not without a lot of screaming and tears mind you! Of which continued as the ‘flavour of the moment’ for at LEAST half and hour afterwards!….. Get my drift??? (Pardon the pun!)

Enjoying a peaceful paddle before number two decided to panic and start "very slowly" to drift away!

Enjoying a peaceful paddle before number two decided to panic and start “very slowly” to drift away!

That sorted, we moved on to beach combing. We found an octopus in the sand. It was definitely a highlight. We moved him into the ocean as he was at risk of being trodden on in the sand where he was hiding! He was amazing to watch and as he was quite keen to wrap his tentacles around anything. We found two big chunky pieces of wood to move him with. He wasn’t a blue-ringed octopus but we have read that all octopus are venomous. We weren’t taking ANY chances. Toddler was very cautious and followed her big sisters lead in this situation! That was pleasing to see.

We cartwheeled our way back to camp and thought about cooking dinner.

But I will have to continue tomorrow………….

Until then

Nomewome

With two sticks we moved him back into the ocean and watched him swim off.

With two sticks we moved him back into the ocean and watched him swim off.

The Overly Friendly Critter on a Damp Walking Track up Mt Arthur

There were just so many of these friendly little creatures so eager to slip unnoticed inside our shoes.

There were just so many of these friendly little leech creatures so eager to slip unnoticed inside our shoes.

There were literally 100’s of these little guys eager to suck our blood one wet April. The children were over whelmed by them. It was raining and misty, threatening a definite ‘can’t see this’ senario when we got to the top.

You know the scene; when in desperation you hold your hand up in front of your face in the fog after a long hard climb to the top of a peak and it’s like it’s…… NOT EVEN THERE????? ………Hang on a minute. I’m sure if I squint and flap it around a little,…. hang on,…….oh yes! There it is! ##$%^  OUCH, I’ve just hit myself on the nose………..Oh and yes no blaming anyone else! It was definitely my blue glove that came looming out of the mist to bop me a beauty, making my nose run and sending me lurching sideways from that wet pointy rock I had selected blindfolded. (Time slowing down here.) Oh, over I go, hopefully not over the edge. Phew, not this time, just hands first into the scrub. ALMOST twisted my ankle!…. Yep, but no,….. I’ll be ok! Oh yuck sorry bush I just left a bit of dampness from my nose on you. Lucky no one can see me!

OK. I’ve got a bit carried away here and I know my grammar is all over the place but I say it how I think it…… And that’s how it is!

Back to the leeches. On this particular first ‘family’ ascent of Mt Arthur. The most north of the three mountains you can easily see from Launceston. We decided after an hour or so that we would give up for the day and come back in years to come when we were all moving far too fast for these little creatures to start up colonies on our shoes. ALso when, if we did find ourselves bitten we weren’t likely to scream bloody murder to the whole neighbourhood!

We’ve conquered this peak on a good day with a dog. It’s a fine walk and a great view to the north coast. I’m sure we will revisit the walk soon. Just not in April when it’s raining!

Have a great day!

Nomewome

Mt Arthur mulch. It seems not to be overly popular this track so we have a lovely covering of leaves and bark on the track. Not mud!

Mt Arthur mulch. It seems not to be overly popular this track so there is a lovely covering of leaves and bark on the track. Great to photograph and no mud!