This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.


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1999 Travels December 19

SUNDAY 19 DECEMBER   COLES BAY TO HOBART   238kms

We were up at 7.45am and left the park at 9.45, so it was an excellent pack up of everything.

After studying the Road Atlas, I gave John a choice of routes: the standard way we had been before, down the east coast, through Sorell. On this, he had previously found difficult patches on the narrow river stretch out of Orford and on Bust-Me-Gall Hill, near Buckland. Or he could choose the unknown B route from Cranbrook to Campbell Town, over the Lake Leake Plateau. He chose the latter, for something different, and because coming down from Royal George yesterday, through similar country, had not been too difficult.

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The Hazards and Freycinet Peninsula, across Moulting Lagoon and Great Oyster Bay

The way was a good road, wide and well sealed. There was a steady climb up to the plateau, but it was not too steep or bendy. Up the “top” the forests of closer to the coast had given way to semi alpine timbered country.

We could see glimpses of Lake Leake through the trees.

Then there was a gradual descent to Campbell Town. As we drew closer to this historic farming region, there were some beautiful old houses on the sheep properties.

Then we were onto the main Midland Highway.

I persuaded John to deviate into the Ross township, as I have never had a chance to stop and look around there. Ross dates from the very early 1800’s, not long after the initial settlement of Tasmania. Governor Macquarie named the Macquarie River and also the future township – after a friend.

Ross was rather like Richmond, but the buildings were not quite as substantial. Nor was it as crowded with tourists! We went to the Tasmanian Wool Centre, where they had some interesting produce – this being the heart of the wool industry in Tasmania.

We bought sausage rolls and pasties for lunch from the bakery.

Took some photos down by the interesting old stone bridge that spans the Macquarie River. This was completed in 1836 and designed by the then Colonial Architect, John Lee Archer. It is unusual in having carved arch stones, showing people, animals and Celtic symbols.

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On the Ross Bridge

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The carved arch stones on the Ross Bridge

We saw a quaint little caravan park, beside the river. It was very open, but has an historic building amenities block.

We continued south, through the various old villages along the way, that date back to the early settlement times.

We went back to the Treasure Island Caravan Park at Berriedale, where John talked the management into a 10% discount if we paid for three weeks all at once. So we paid $266.40, which worked out at about $12.65 a night. Since this is the peak summer period, we were quite pleased with that. It is our intention to stay here until after the first week in January – that should get us past the peak public holiday period, and we will, by then, have a better idea of where it will be feasible to go next. I hope! It will still be school holidays and peak mainland tourist time.

We set up – down the bottom of the hill, as before. Then relaxed.

Tea was tinned fish and salads.

John is so pleased to have lots of TV channels to choose from, and clear pictures again.

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1999 Travels November 17

WEDNESDAY 17 NOVEMBER     HOBART

There was no hurry about getting up this morning.

I discovered that the tap/hose link under the sink is leaking – again – so John had to fix that. it took a while. It is a good job that he is good at fixing irritating little things like that.

Today was basically a city shopping and organizing day.

We drove to the Glenorchy shopping  centre. I visited the Library there and joined the Tasmanian State Library. It means that I can borrow and return books all over the State, which is great!

John has decided to renew his lapsed passport and posted off the application to a former colleague, to witness.

I bought bread, milk and a paper – not a big shop, because I had done that in Scottsdale for when I thought we’d be spending weeks on the east coast.

Had  lunch back at the van.

We went to Tandy and Dick Smith. John bought printer ink refills and a small indoor aerial for the TV.

We drove into central Hobart – it is so small and un-busy compared to Melbourne central! It was easy to find a convenient place to park too. Went to Myer where John got a part he needed for his shaver and bought a Solitaire computer game.

At the Hobart GPO we got bus details, relevant to the cricket, which is over the Derwent River, at Bellerive Oval. We booked his ticket for the cricket there. Decided that he should have the dearest seat – under cover, and a proper seat, as opposed to sitting on a bench, or the grass. It cost $98 for the 5 day Test, and a reserved seat that is clearly his alone.

We drove back through North Hobart, Newtown and Moonah, for a change, to get fuel – 75cpl – and to check out the Glenorchy bus stops. In Moonah I saw a Knitters Club shop, so we had to stop so I could have a browse. But I was very disciplined and only bought two balls of cheap wool.

Tea was potato soup, lamb chop, sausages and vegies.

The new indoor aerial seems to work well in Hobart – it has certainly improved the TV reception over what it was last night.


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1999 Travels November 16

TUESDAY 16 NOVEMBER   COLES BAY TO HOBART   218kms

The drive on down the coast, through Swansea and Triabunna, was beautiful. Around Swansea we looked over the bay to the Freycinet Peninsula – superb outlook. I am frustrated that we are just “passing through” all this lovely coastal region.

I had thought we would have a final coastal taste by staying the night at Orford, with its outlook to Maria Island, but John decided he did not want another single night’s stay along the coast, but would press on to Hobart.

We lunched by the river at Orford, after overshooting the entrance to the beachside picnic area.

After Orford, the highway departed from the coast, and the way was through a mix of forested country and farm lands.

Drizzly rain started as we came though a hilly section near Buckland.

We went to the caravan park at Cambridge that had been recommended highly to us by other travellers. It looked very pleasant and rural. I thought that, from here, I would be able to do some interesting cycling around the area, while John was at the cricket. However, John asked about the TV reception and was told that it was not great, so he decided that we would go elsewhere! I was cross that bloody TV took precedence over all the attractive aspects of the place.

For Plan B, we continued on towards the main part of Hobart, and the Berriedale Caravan Park that we had stayed at in ’93. They charged us $16 a night, with the seventh night free.

There were not many empty powered sites. A few up on top of the hill, with a nice outlook over the river, were exposed, small, and surrounded by permanent vans. We ended up on the flat area down the bottom of the hill, backing on to a childrens’ playground, with quite a hike up the hill to the amenities block. However, at night, that walk up there was attractive, with the city lights all round. It partly made up for the general bleakness of the place in daytime. The park at Cambridge was definitely much nicer, and without the traffic noise that is a background at Berriedale.

We set up fully, for a week’s stay, at least. We have not really discussed options once the cricket is over.

It was cold and grey.

Tea was potato soup, ling done in a Dijonnaise sauce – nice.

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