MONDAY 21 FEBRUARY CYNTHIA BAY
It seemed very dim and still when I woke up. Upon going out to investigate, I found a really thick mist over the lake – quite eerie and beautiful. It later lifted, with the sun, of course.
Just as we finished breakfast, a good site became vacant when the occupiers moved out, so we very quickly shifted some of our gear over onto it and then moved the van over. It was worth the extra hassle of hitching up. Our new site was more defined and had views straight down to the lake. We had room to put the awning on.
After getting the new set up all done, we left about 11am, to drive around to the Great Lake via Bronte and Miena. We were high enough up, now, on the Central Plateau, for the country to be a mix of snow gum scrub with more open heathlands.
Stopped at Bronte where I was able to buy a Melbourne Sun newspaper, and some salami, before continuing on to the Great Lake.
We sat in Truck, down a little side track that took us to the edge of the Great Lake, and had our lunch. It was the usual bleak outlook over the lake, although the water was blue – I think it was the first time I had seen it anything other than a dirty grey! I have always found the Great Lake a bleak and desolate place.
We then drove up to Liaweenie, where a canal takes water from Lake Augusta, via the Ouse River, to the Great Lake. All part of the interlocking network of hydro electric infrastructure up here.
We drove the track that follows the Liaweenie Canal, to Lake Augusta. This is another place I have long wanted to come, after hearing my cousin and his mate, in the 60’s, talk of fishing and walking expeditions, where they walked from Lake Augusta, via a whole chain of glacial lakes on the plateau, over several days, eventually travelling through the Walls of Jerusalem and down Howells Bluff, to a rendezvous point on the Fish River. Always wanted, in vain, to do that trip – not for the fishing, which they could have to themselves, but for the walking and to see such superbly named places.
Lake Augusta was really low – almost non-existent. Ironically, there was a warning sign that the lake could spill over any time, without warning.
The Liaweenie Canal was not flowing. Many years ago, I saw it at the Great Lake end, totally packed with churning trout, trying to get upstream to breed.
From Lake Augusta we followed a rough track to Lake Ada and Ada Lagoon. We could see the DuCane Range, Mt Pelion and Mt Ossa in the distance – in the Cradle Mountain Lake St Clair National Park, and Mt Jerusalem closer.
There were people fishing in the lakes up there, including fly fishermen standing thigh deep in the water.
On the return journey, we visited the National Park information centre at Liaweenie – it had an interesting display. We also stopped again at Bronte and bought the Hobart Mercury and an icecream each. There was nothing that related to John’s letter in the Mercury, but there was an interesting editorial on the problems of over-use of the Overland Track. They are so right about that!
We drove 209kms today.
The camp area was over-full – very busy.
Some cloud and mist in the sky made for a very pretty sunset of pinks and reds.
Tea was pork chops, potato, onion gravy.
After dark, the moon was surrounded by a haze – I was not sure what that meant for tomorrow’s weather. The night was warmer.