Saturday, December 27, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Planes, Trains and Automobiles at Cape Wollamai
Years ago, when I cycle-commuted to
work in Calgary, there was an unfortunate incident involving a patch
of ice, a bus trap, a bicycle, and the #37 bus. A bus trap, to those
not familiar with such devices is essentially a pit dug into the road
way wide enough for the wheels of a bus to straddle, but not a car.
Generally, they are about 40 cm deep and bridged with steel bars. On
this particular wintry day, I hit a patch of ice as I was cycling
beside the bus trap, and, in a flash, I was in the bus trap, with my
bike on top of me. As I was laying there somewhat stunned, I heard a
deepening rumble, the ground began to shake, and, quaking I looked up
and saw the #37 bearing down on me....
Rounding Red Point today on our way to
Cape Wollamai, I felt a bit the same. We had just endured being
buzzed by at least 20 jet skis, and now, as we were bouncing around
in their rebound, a huge tour boat was aiming straight at us. We
edged in closer to the rocks, as did the tour boat, and then, the
noise of yet another infernal combustion engine and a low flying
float plane - tourists gawking out the windows - skimmed by about a
metre above the wave tops. Our kayak trip to Cape Wollamai was not
exactly turning into a wilderness experience.
The paddle trip from The Narrows, down
Cleeland Bight, past Red Point and out to Cape Wollamai would be a
wonderful excursion if only ever other inhabitant of this country was
not permanently attached to an infernal combustion engine.
We launched from just south of the
bridge that joins San Remo to Phillip Island as we wanted to avoid
paddling back through The Narrows against a ripping current later in
the day. It's an easy paddle south down Cleeland Bight, and actually
not that interesting until you get to a pretty little cove between
rock outcrops near Red Point. Beyond Red Point the kayaking gets
interesting. There are sea caves and rocky islets as you approach
Cape Woolamai and the water is incredibly clear and aquamarine green.
You might see sea eagles or even seals. Once you round Cape
Woolamai you are out in the big southwest swell that rolls up the
coastline.
Unfortunately, I got vertigo again from
the ocean swells and had that "oh, oh, everything is spinning, I
think I am going to fall out of my boat" scene all over again.
That, combined with the insane amount of boat traffic caused us to
turn around soon after we had passed Cape Woolamai. The nautical
regulations actually mandate a 5 knot speed limit when passing within
50 metres of another vessel, but, most Australians seem to have those
numbers transposed and they pass within 5 metres going 50 knots.
After a number of very uncomfortable close encounters with stupid
boat operators we turned back and paddled into the sheltered waters
where at least the wakes would not dump us out of our boats.
In a rare lull between maniacal boat
operators, we did see a big fur seal fishing and watched him coming
up to the surface with a huge fish in his mouth which he proceeded to
bang about presumably to render it insensible so he could swallow it.
The kind of thing I'd like to do to a few of those boat
operators.....
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Into The Wild: Lawrence Rocks and Point Danger
Sometimes when I slip into my sea
kayak, the whole experience feels like coming home at the end of a
long day, kicking off my tight shoes, and sliding my aching feet into
a pair of comfortable slippers - everything just feels right. The
boat rocks under me, but my hips are loose and automatically I lean
this way or that, the boat steadies, and all is well. Other times,
the boat feels foreign, it rocks and cants, yawing from side to side,
and I catch myself leaning crazily from side to side, hoping that I
won't be spilled unceremoniously into the water, and cursing the poor
primary stability of my kayak.
The day we paddled from Pivot Beach out
to Lawrence Rocks near Portland, was one of the latter. Lawrence
Rocks are a cluster of wave battered rocks in the Southern Ocean
lying about two kilometres southeast of Point Danger and home to a
large colony of Gannets. Isolated rocks such as these will always
garner the attention of sea kayakers, much as splitter cracks in a
granite wall attract rock climbers. There is just something
overwhelmingly alluring about paddling across the ocean to a small
cluster of rocks, just as hand-jamming your way up a granite wall is
incredibly satisfying.
Lawrence Rocks from Danger Point
As soon as I saw the rocks on the
nautical chart I wanted to paddle out. Doug and I don't get much
time paddling in big ocean swells, and, although a two kilometre
crossing is short, particularly after some of our long (18 km)
Queensland crossings, paddling in the cold Southern Ocean is way more
serious than paddling in the warm, reef protected waters of Northern
Queensland. But, we were lucky, the weather forecast was for only 15
knot winds (a light breeze here in Windtoria) with a two metre
southwest swell. We would have some protection from the swell for
the first four kilometres until we approached Point Danger.
One of my best single day trips
kayaking in Australia was a 22 km trip from the sheltered Dolans Bay
in Port Hacking north along Cronulla's surf beaches to the tiny
protected Boat Harbour. We had even milder conditions for that trip
with five knot winds and a half metre swell. Paddling out on the
open blue waters of Tasman Sea was simply superb. Paddling out to
Lawrence Rocks was just as much fun, but a bit more difficult, and
thus more satisfying.
Ready to launch from Pivot Beach
We launched from a little beach (Pivot
Beach) about 4 km (one hour) north of Point Danger and ambled along
towards Point Danger enjoying the wonderful sensation of floating
over kelp beds in the clear aquamarine water. Point Danger was
breaking well out so we turned off to Lawrence Rocks before and, in a
gradually rising swell, paddled out towards the rocks keeping a
careful eye on the breaking swells. We paddled, and we paddled, and
we paddled. We did inch closer to Lawrence Rocks, but, for every
stroke closer to Lawrence Rocks we seemed to move an equal number of
strokes closer to the breaking swells. A current was dragging us
west at a similar speed to that at which we were paddling.
This is the rub of sea kayaking in
general and particularly in Australia. Nautical charts in Australia
seldom show current direction or strength yet a two to three knot
opposing current will stop just about any kayaker dead. Kayaks also
sit so low in the water that seeing exactly where swells are breaking
and where the clear passage is can be very difficult. We did edge
closer to Lawrence Rocks, and were probably 75% of the way there,
but, the whole scenario was becoming strangely reminiscent of our
circumnavigation of Hook Island that started with us being dragged
south to the tidal rips off South Molle Island. Doug noted that
there appeared to be a small passage between the breakers that
stretched between Point Danger and Lawrence Rocks, but navigating
through with the strong current running seemed beyond our skill
level.
On the sheltered clear waters near Pivot Beach
Interestingly, I came across a report
from an experienced sea kayaker on the paddling opportunities around
Portland and he notes that "the SW swell wraps around Cape Grant
and accelerates towards Black Nose, where it hits a series of shallow
reefs and bommies which gives rise to some breaking waves." He
further notes that "there is a channel through it all"
although the current can run at up to four knots.
We turned around, and, as the swells
rose in front of us and our kayaks bounced in the current I got
horribly sea-sick. The kind of sea sickness that is accompanied by
vertigo and dizziness. I instantly began sweating prolifically as my
head swirled about. Doug suggested rafting up, but I did not want to
get dragged any further west, so I fixed my eyes on the relatively
still horizon and paddled forward. In lots of ways, sea kayaking is
not that different to trad climbing. When you are trad climbing you
have to relax onto small holds in a position of balance, find the
right piece of gear, slot it into position, clip your draw, clip your
rope, and only then can you move again. Sea kayaking you need to
relax into the boat, find your balance point and keep moving forward.
Gradually, we pulled out of the current
and into the more sheltered waters closer to the coast. Rafting up,
I took my paddle jacket off which was soaked with sweat, and we both
breathed a little easier.
Inside the sheltered waters north of
Blacknose Point, Lawrence Rocks behind
Doug was probably ready to give up, but
I was not. It seems to me that if there is something you really want
to do in life, you'll most likely do it, no matter what. I really
wanted to paddle out to those rocks, and the weather and sea state
would never be better than it was. I had an idea that we should have
paddled out from Blacknose Point keeping well to the east of the
rocks. Ironically enough, the paddling notes I found later
(referenced above) indicated that this was the best tactic to reach
Lawrence Rocks.
So back out we went, heading more of
less southeast and keeping Lawrence Rocks well off to our starboard
side. It's about four kilometres out to Lawrence Rocks from
Blacknose Point, and we were now paddling into a 12 knot wind and the
rising swell so it took us about an hour to get close. The closer we
got, the more we had to aim off to the east as we were still getting
dragged west, but, gradually we closed in on the rocks, and were
thrilled to watch the gannets flying around the flat topped rocks.
In the eastern lee of the rocks, I was even able to take my hands of
the paddle to snap a few pictures.
Into the wild
Feeling happy and satisfied, we turned
around, and began the paddle back. I immediately felt the old queasy
sea-sickness as the swells rolled forward before me, but, I now knew
how to deal with it. The kayaks, of course, suddenly felt quirkily
unstable as we had both a following swell and sea, and our flat
bottomed rockered kayaks seem to require constant weight adjustments
to maintain stability and avoid broaching on a following sea.
We arrived back at Pivot Beach with
almost perfect conditions for riding the now small swell straight
into the beach. Looking south towards Point Danger, the sea was now
white-capped extensively. We had paddled about 22 km, pushed
ourselves just the right amount, learnt something about yourselves
and the sea, and felt that small glow of satisfaction you feel when
you have faced your fears.
Sometimes we are tempted to practice
the small skills endlessly in preparation for tackling the bigger
objectives, but somehow the bigger objectives never come. We stick
to short, safe climbs instead of heading out to climb longer routes
in the mountains, we stay on the groomed ski runs instead of skiing
the backcountry, we paddle only in protected waters instead of
venturing out into the open ocean. We tell ourselves that we just
need to ski, climb, or paddle a little better before we can realize
our dreams. It's a myth. At some point, your skills are good
enough, maybe not perfect - they will never be perfect - but they are
good enough to move beyond the arbitrary boundaries you have
embraced. It is time to move into the wild.
In the lee of Lawrence Rocks
The Long Beach Walk: Nelson to Portland on The Great Southwest Walk
Every Canadian knows the old axiom that
"if you're not the lead dog, the view never changes."
Generally, I love beach walking, particularly wild deserted beaches
along Australia's Southern Ocean where the waves crash onto the shore
and the sky is always damp with sea mist. But, after 50 kilometres
pushing into a stiff headwind and sinking into soft sand with every
step, I began to feel like the tag end dog, the view just never
changed.
The Great Southwest Walk is a 250 km
loop walk that starts and ends in Portland. The first section,
heading anti-clockwise traverses the eucalpytus Cobboboonee forests
and reaches Lower Glenelg National Park at Moleside. The track then
follows the Glenelg River to Nelson, and the final 115 km follows the
coast through Discovery Bay Coastal Park all the way to Portland. We
didn't have much interest in plodding for days through forest, and we
had already paddled the Glenelg River from Pines Landing to Nelson,
so we chose to walk the section from Nelson to Portland over six
days.
Storm clouds over the Southern Ocean
Nelson to Lake Monibeong:
There used to be a campsite at White
Sands, 12 km from Simpsons Camp on the Glenelg River, but, that camp
has unfortunately been removed so the first day from Nelson is now
about 22 km (or 25 km if coming from Simpsons Camp). Instead of
parking in Nelson and walking three kilometres out to the beach on
roads, we left the car parked at the Nelson beach parking area hoping
that Nelson was not a hot-bed of car jackers. All the first day, we
walked along the beach, pressing into a headwind (the prevailing
westerlies switch to easterlies around November). Mostly the beach
sand was firm and flat so walking was pretty easy. We found numerous
parts of a whale skeleton on the beach, the most interesting was a
long piece of backbone. On scattered craggy rocks sea-birds roosted,
but otherwise the beach was empty.
About two hours from Nelson, some
low-lying rocks (McEarchen's Rocks) push the track up off the beach
onto the dunes behind, and the next three kilometres to Nobles Rocks
is on wind scoured vegetated dunes. Past Nobles Rocks, there is
about another six kilometres along the beach to Suttons Rocks where a
1.6 km detour leads inland to Lake Monibeong campsite. The walkers
camp is set off before the car-camping sites and has a shelter,
table, and bore water is available. You can wander along to swim in
Lake Monibeong where the water is much warmer than the Southern Ocean
and a little pontoon is available for swimming.
Doug starting out along the long beach walk
Lake Monibeong to Swan Lake:
It is about 16 or 17 km from Lake
Monibeong to Swan Lake along the beach, a little more than that for
the days total as again you have to detour inland to the camping area
at Swan Lake We had even stronger headwinds and softer sand so
walking was a bit arduous, and we had to hinge forward at the hips to
keep our balance. I first began to comprehend how the view hardly
changed, as there are not even scattered outcrops of rock on this
section to break up the long, long beach. The 20 knot wind
discouraged resting, so we took only a couple of short breaks
huddling down behind our backpacks on the damp sand. You could sit
face first into the full brunt of the wind if you felt the need of a
facial peel.
At Swan Lake there are big sand dunes
and Portland Dune Buggy Club has a big camping area here. We timed
our walk to pass through this area on a weekday as a weekend would be
like visiting hell with all the infernal combustion engines ripping
about. It's an annoying trudge inland over soft sand to the walkers
camp which is beyond the Dune Buggy campground (huge) and situated
just behind the car-camping area. Swan Lake is a further few hundred
metres walk and the water is warm (by Victorian standards) for a
post-hike swim.
Walking the beach
Swan Lake to The Springs:
In the morning, walking out to the
beach we passed an emu on the dunes. This last section of Discovery
Bay is a hard walk into the wind on soft sand that slopes down
seaward. I must admit this section felt like a bit of a trudge. We
both had head colds which left us feeling tired, head-achy, and with
continuously running noses. I had got sore feet and blisters from
walking on the sand barefoot for a couple of days with a heavy pack
and feet not strengthened by beach walking, and Doug had pulled a
muscle in his calve.
Before starting the days walk, I'd
decided I would have a short rest every two hours. I never knew two
hours could pass so slowly. I'd walk along saying to myself "don't
look at your watch, don't look at your watch, don't look at your
watch." Finally, after what must be half an hour, maybe even
forty minutes I'd look at my watch and see that five minutes had
passed. Resting again was a five minute affair huddled behind our
packs.
Inexplicably, about 15 minutes from the
end of that long, long beach, the track climbs over the steepest sand
dune on the entire 50 kilometres of beach and immediately does a 180
degree turn and leads you back to the north, then to the east, and
finally back south. After about an hour, you pass a short spur track
that leads down to the end of the beach you just left! Doug and I
both stood and gaped here wondering what sort of masochist the track
builder actually was.
Doug feeling small by the Southern Ocean
From where you leave the beach to The
Springs camp is about six kilometres and it is delightful walking up
on the cliff top with wonderful views. Amazingly, the first time I
looked at my watch, I'd been walking almost two hours since my last
rest, and, shortly thereafter we arrived at The Springs campsite.
This is undoubtedly the best campsite
of the trip as it does not require a long detour and isn't simply
slashed out of the surrounding scrub. It is a short walk out to the
cliffs of the coast, and you can wander down an old cattle ramp to
the springs which seep out of the limestone into big pools on the
basalt rock platforms at the high tide range. We both wandered
around down on the rock platforms. Doug saw some seals, and I had a
refreshing wash in one of the big pools of spring fed water. The
ocean is incredibly clear and there are fantastic tidal pools to
explore.
Point Danger and Lawrence Rocks
The Springs to Trewalla:
This day has a bit of everything. Some
wonderful walking along the cliffs around Cape Bridgewater with many
viewing platforms, interesting rock formations, seals, and birds.
The track descends to the beach at Bridgewater Bay and we went into
the Surf Life Saving Club and had a cold shower and dumped our
garbage in a bin. This was the only spot where we saw any people in
the full six days.
There is another three or four
kilometres along Bridgewater Beach before the track climbs up into
dense coastal scrub and then undulates along to Trewalla Camp. This
is not a particularly nice camp, as it is about half a kilometre or
more from the beach, but, it has the usual serviceable shelter and
table and some scattered, although very inclined tent sites.
Morning on Bridgewater Bay
Trewalla to Mallee:
After days of southeast winds, we had
hot northerlies to walk this section. The day starts with five or
six kilometres along the beach, mostly fairly soft sand, and it was
feeling blindingly hot first thing in the morning. I had a swim in
the ocean at the end of the beach, but the track immediately climbs
up to the top of the dunes so I was sweaty again almost immediately.
There is a kilometre or two of undulating sandy walking through thick
coastal scrub before the track breaks out onto open cliff top and
very scenic walking all the way to Cape Nelson Lighthouse.
We had lunch perched out above the
ocean near the lighthouse, and, even though it was Saturday, there
was no-one about. Some more cliff top walking past lots of view
points leads to Mallee Camp which has been newly hewn out of the
mallee. This is another somewhat disappointing camp. Parks Victoria
has made a series of tent pads all in a row, and, while they are at
least flat, they are all in the baking sun, are side by side, and
have no privacy or shade. Luckily, the usual shelter provided some
relief from the heat. Unfortunately, there is no easy way down to
the ocean to swim as this whole section of the coast is cliff-lined.
Out on the Bridgewater Peninsular
Mallee to Portland:
The final day is long, about 22 km if
you take the long route around the coast into Portland, but much
shorter if you jump off at Sheoke Drive. We took the long route as
we wanted to walk past Point Danger and the Gannet colony. It's all
good walking and very scenic along the cliff top until you are about
three kilometres past Sheoke Drive where the track becomes choppy and
somewhat difficult to follow. Some sections are good, some are a bit
overgrown, and some walking on sealed roads is required.
We stopped at Point Danger for lunch
and I detoured down to look at the Gannet colony but without
binoculars they just look like fuzzy white birds out on the rocks.
My feet were really sore and blistered and I was getting slower and
slower walking while Doug's sprained calf was actually feeling
better. About three kilometres past Point Danger, the track runs out
and you have to walk the last five kilometres into the centre of
Portland on roads. I made it just past the fertilizer factory and
Pivot Beach before deciding my feet could take no more, so I waited
by the side of the road with the packs while Doug walked the last bit
into Portland. We rented a car, drove back to Nelson and found our
vehicle unmolested at the Nelson beach carpark.
Looking along Bridgewater Bay to Cape Nelson
Some Sundry Notes:
The Nelson to Portland section of the
Great Southwest Walk is well worth doing but the days might feel
longer and harder than you expect. We found the headwinds tiring,
and tiresome, and you'll undoubtedly have some soft sand to walk on.
The coastal sections are all pretty easy walking and the views are
diverting. The campsites are, for the most part, disappointing.
Parks Victoria just can't seem to get it right. Although all the
camps have a nice shelter with a picnic table and bench seating, most
have very few flat spots for tents. At some of the camps, we had our
tent up on the only really flat site available. There are spots
hacked out of the bush here and there, but most of them were so
angled that you'd almost be better sleeping on the picnic table. Two
of the camps - Lake Monibeong and Swan Lake - require long diversions
off the track, and Trewalla and Mallee are just plain ugly with no
views and no easy access to the beach. All of the camps would feel
crowded with a group.
It is way cheaper to rent a car in
Portland and shuttle yourself back to your vehicle at Nelson than it
is to get a shuttle with the local commercial provider - about half
the price. If you could get someone to pick you up at Point Danger,
you'd save the tedious walk into town on roads, and a shuttle out to
the beach at Nelson would also save three kilometres on the road.
I don't know if this walk ever gets
crowded. We did it in mid-December and besides all the beach goers
at Bridgewater Bay, I didn't see anyone until we got to Portland. We
had all the camps to ourselves. If possible, avoid the infernal
combustion engines at Swan Lake by passing through mid-week, and, not
at all in the Christmas holiday period. The water at all the
campsites is marked unfit for drinking but we drank it all without
treating it and suffered no ill effects.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Paddling the Glenelg River Trail
The Glenelg River originates in the
Grampians (right near where we did this walk up the Chimney Pots -
the river was dry) and runs out to meet the Southern Ocean at Nelson
in southwestern Victoria. The lower 50 km of the river lies within
Lower Glenelg National Park and Victoria Parks has a "canoe
trail" down the river featuring eight campsites for
canoes/kayaks only spaced along the river. We've done a few nice
canoe trails in Australia - two years ago in early January we paddled
the Murrumbidgee from Gundagia to Wagga Wagga, and, in southern
Queensland we paddled the Noosa River. These aren't epic sea kayak
trips but they are relaxing, enjoyable, and, when an effort is made
to separate the motorized users from the non-motorized users, well
worth doing. Be warned, however, that although the canoe camps are
for kayakers/canoers only, motorboats also use the river.
We decided to put in at Pines Landing
as the 25 km from Dartmoor to Pines Landing has many, many snags.
The water level is high enough, but you will spend a lot of time
avoiding trees in the river, and, truthfully, there is no special
scenery on the extra 25 km. Pines Landing is a small canoe only
campsite accessed off the Nelson-Winnap Road. The only sign marking
the turn is a faded blue arrow spray painted on a tree and the track
is a little rough, but we got our car and caravan down so it's not
that bad. The guy who shuttled us told me that Victoria Parks does
not want to sign the access as they are trying to keep vehicles out
of this canoe only campsite. Signed or unsigned , the locals use the
area to launch small power boats, camp and fish. Pines Landing is
not really a very nice campsite in any case, so, unless you are
paddling from Dartmoor, you may as well skip it. Apparently, most
people put in at Moleside (4 km downstream) which is accessible right
off the paved road.
Looking downstream from Pines Landing
After unloading our boats and gear at
Pines Landing, Doug drove down to Nelson and got a lift back to Pines
Landing with Chris from Nelson Boat and Canoe Hire ($65) while I
packed the boats. We were on the river and paddling by about 10.45
am. The Glenelg River is brown and sluggish, so you won't get much
help from the current, but, paddling is easy, and we were able to
amble along at an easy 5.5 km/hour (roughly). We stopped for lunch
at Wild Dog Bend, and then paddled on to Skipworth Springs to camp.
Unfortunately, this is not a very nice campsite at all. The area is
fairly small and heavily treed so it has a bit of a gloomy feel -
particularly on a grey day. More importantly, however, there is
virtually no level ground for a tent and the spring seeps all over
the track from the jetty up to the campsite creating a big mud pit
you have to walk through every time you want something from your
boat. We were sharing the site with three brothers in a raft and
they found a semi level site up the hill a bit. We also found a
fairly level site near the water, but once the lads got the blasted
campfire going, we were getting smoked out and had to move our tent
up above the outhouse and put it on the access track as there was no
other even semi-level ground. It was a bit of a lumpy night spent
sliding off our sleeping mats.
Four hungry baby birds
You can, however, take a stroll along
the Great Southwest Walk easily from the campsite, simply walk down
the road above camp a short distance until you see the red arrows. I
spotted two echidnas, a koala and a snake on my walk. There are
many, many koalas in this area and it is currently koala mating
season so all night the males make a hellish grunting sound that
really is something to hear. There was also a nest of four baby
birds sitting on a roll of toilet paper in the outhouse!
Our second day on the river was cool,
windy and drizzly. Cool enough that we really didn't feel like
dallying on the river, so we paddled fairly smartly down to McLennans
Punt for a cold, shivery lunch (much like lunches on a mid-winter ski
tour in Canada). Our plan was to camp at Lasletts, so that our last
day was only 17 or 18 km, but, Pattersons Canoe Camp is such a nice
camp, and has shelters! that we pulled in there instead. This a
really nice camp with a wooden ramp to pull your boats up (most of
the other sites have jetties that are actually very difficult to
manage in a kayak/canoe), a huge banquet sized picnic bench, three
old, but perfectly serviceable huts, and a new outhouse. The Great
Southwest Walk is accessible for afternoon strolls, and, on my
afternoon walk I saw three kangaroos, two emus, and three echidnas.
No koalas, but we could hear the males grunting from camp.
Echidna out for lunch
The last day from Pattersons to Nelson
is both the best and the worst paddling. The river enters a
limestone gorge and there are short limestone bluffs and caves along
the shoreline. There is also an increase in motor boat traffic,
particularly close to Nelson, and, a series of ugly boat houses along
the shore, most notably along the section of river that dips over
into South Australia. It took us about 4.5 hours to paddle the 22
km, including a stop at Princess Margaret Rose Cave (we just wandered
about, but you can take a cave tour), and a snack stop at Simpsons
Landing. It was a windy, cool day, but, if you've done any paddling
in Victoria, you'll realise that windy cool weather is pretty much
the norm.
Limestone bluffs on the river
It was early December when we paddled
the river and fairly cool, cloudy, drizzly weather. We met only two
other canoeists, and three men in a boat (that should be a book
title), and the motor boat traffic was fairly light. I suspect
January is a completely different story with motorboats hooning about
and many canoe-campers. The canoe campsites are supposed to
accommodate 20 people, but, apart from Pattersons which is spacious,
they are all pretty small and would feel pretty crowded if full. You
could camp at any of the vehicle accessible sites as they all have
jetties and some have boat ramps, but, the car accessible campsites
cost about $38 versus $10 per person for the canoe sites. All sites
are now booked online (Victoria Parks new policy) It would be tough,
but not impossible, although likely illegal, to camp outside of the
campsites, as the banks of the river are mostly heavily vegetated.
We did, however, pass a few flat grassy spots that would be suitable
for camping, but, the ranger might fine you. The scenery is
pleasant, but not spectacular. There is lots of wildlife of all
shapes, sizes and species so if you like nature, you'll enjoy this
paddle. Putting in at Moleside is much easier than Pines Landing,
and you won't miss anything. Nelson Boat and Canoe Hire does
shuttles and rents canoes, but, apparently they are busy in the
summer so you might have to book ahead.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Mount Eccles
Another volcanic park today, this one
Mount Eccles National Park which features some more lava tubes,
drystone walls, a remnant volcano and a lake filled crater. In
keeping with typical Victoria weather, a couple of hot days was
followed closely by cool, windy weather. There's a few easy loop
walks you can do at Mount Eccles. We strolled around the lava
circuit, which features a number of interesting volcanic features.
The first one you get to is a big lava tube that you can walk way
back into - take a head-torch. The floor on this one is even and the
ceiling curves smoothly overhead. It's pretty interesting to think
that 30.000 years ago lava rushed down this passage.
Drystone wall
The track then follows the course of an
old lava flow and along the way passes many drystone walls. I assume
these were made by early settlers as the ones at Mount Napier were.
About half way around the circuit, a passage between more lava walls
leads to a clamshell shaped cave before passing a dry crater. A
short climb and you are on top of Mount Eccles, where, luckily, this
handy sign points the way.
Why say more?
We also took a lap around Lake Surprise
which is really lovely as the lake is full of different kinds of
birds singing, echidnas and dark coloured wallabies.
Lake Surprise
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