Sunday, 20 May 2012

Becoming a Tree Hugger

Murph becoming a tree hugger

Setting off from Albany our sights were set for Denmark, a cute little coastal town that delivered quite a bit of rain as we drove into the town. Having a bite to eat we decided to continue on to Walpole and visit The Valley of the Giants Tree Top Walk. The walk is 600 metres and rises 40 metres above the florest floor. The view gives a breathtaking experience with a bird's eye view of the forest. Amongst the attraction here is the veteran tingle trees called the Ancient Empire. This walk takes you close to some of the unique shapes of the giant trees, one you are able to walk through the hollowed-out butt of one tree.

Crowey doing the Tree Top walk 40 feet in the air

Murph doing a star jump in a tree trunk

Crowey inside the giant tingle tree

Almost to the clouds
I have never been what you would call a tree hugger, however the Karri Forests around Walpole and Pemberton certainly have changed my attitude towards these beautiful trees and I quickly fell in love with their awesome colour and majestic height. The Karri is the tallest tree species in WA and the third tallest in the world. It can grow up to 90 metres in height over a period of 100 years. 

What a forest!!
Glochester Tree, Pemberton. Where the top reaches 61 metres and once was used as a fire lookout

Beautiful colours of nature
 
Crowey playing peek-a-boo



a little friend invites itself onto the car window having a chat with us

Albany - Western Australia's first Settlement 03.05.12 to 07.05.12

I have been to Albany a couple times during my time as a WA girl, but it wasn't until this trip that I got the chance to discover not only Albany's main attractions but the hidden bays and beaches amongst this beautiful town on the south coast of WA, the first settlement.

Albany is fairly infamous for it's annual rainfall, but we were lucky enough to strike some fairly good weather during our stay. Although the first day we arrived it was true to it's reputation and produced a little rainfall for us, I think the first rain for us for a long time (probably since leaving VIC).

                                                                                     Pelicans looking for a feed at the Jetty
 
                                                                                Panoramic View of Albany on top of Mt Clarence

It was also here in Albany that Mike and Alana caught up with us and once again we enjoyed their companionship to and around the nooks and cranies of the coastal areas around Albany including areas such as Ledge Bay, Narnarup Beach and Two People Bay. Some spots were absolutley breathtaking, with all of us loving the ocean and sand under our feet, something we never get tired of. I enjoyed exploring Albany and would recommend this part of the world to anyone.

                                                                                 Crowey, Mike and Alana heading for the beach
                                                                                    Crowey saluting the ocean??
                                                                              The rain clouds were never far away
                                                                                 Another little slice of paradise
                                                                                    Murph getting creative with her photography
                                                                                  Murph has fallen in love with rocks by the ocean

                                                                                     Stopped for a bite to eat (hungry work exploring)
                                                                                     The sun shines on another little oasis
                                                                                      Gorgeous Beach at Two People Bay
                                                                                    Murph and Crowey say hi from Two People Bay


Monday, 14 May 2012

Bremer Bay 03.05.2012

After our free camping with Mike and Alana, Crowey and I set off early towards Bremer Bay. I had been here before and was not too excited about visiting it (predominantly a fishing place) but Crowey had heard a lot about it and was enthused to explore the place. The day was a bit miserable, with rain happening in patches, but still we braved the elements and went walking along the beach at Bremer Bay. The town is actually spread out in some bizarre fashion, with a convenience store on one street and another couple of streets down there is the service station, not much more in the town really. On our hunt for a bakery we were going past a mechanic shop and what should Crowey see out of the corner of his eye? Yes a bulldozer!!

                                                                                     Bulldozer Pic 1

After having asked the owner if we could take a picture of the bulldozer, Crowey explaining his enthusiasm for bulldozers we were then to find out that there was a Museum in town and in it were three or four bulldozers. Now I know that Crowey has a sore ankle, but I could have sworn he ran to the car that day, told me to hurry up and off we went at a rate of knots to get to that museum. Just so you know the joy I experienced that day (I hope you got the undertone of sarcasm there) here are some pictures I will share with you, please sit back and enjoy :-)

                                                                                A very old bulldozer
                                                                                      A blue and red bulldozer
                                                                                 Another yellow bulldozer
                                                                                   Another very old bulldozer
                                                                              Crowey ooooooohing and arghhhhing
                                                                                   Crowey trying to drive a bulldozer (boys will be boys)

I must say though the Museum was quite extensive in Australian history items, ranging from musical instruments, cars, motorbikes, wagons, jewellery, kitchen items, household furniture etc so I was entertained by more than bulldozers that day, however I must say to see a smile on Crowey's face was all worth it.


A small world

 Leaving the lovely Munglinup beach we headed towards Hopetoun via a dirt road (highways are for trucks, grey nomads and motorhomos) called Springdale Road which after texting my brother Peter later found out I also would have driven past a farm he worked and lived on in another lifetime.

 Rolling into the quaint little town of Hopetoun we headed straight towards the water and such a small world there was our mates Mike and Alana sipping on a cup of tea.

 Rach and I decided it was time for a plunge into the water with snorkels and goggles to explore the underwater life next to the jetty and boy were we surprised at the amazing types of fish just cruising around by themselves or in pairs or small schools depending on the species. I never get tired of looking at the underwater world and its always a new surprise especially when you cant see a damned thing when not in the water.

Snorkelling right next to van was spectacular


 After our little dip we had lunch with our fellow Melbournites by their motorcamper (which I thought was a motorhomo but have since been educated by Mike about the definitions of the different sized motorhomos which ia a story for another time) enjoying the view over the water.

Our friends the motorcampyhomos at Hopetoun


 Alana started chatting to a guy who was also having a bite to eat and admiring the view about his little dog and we all got talking to the local (Sid) about the area and general bla bla and low and behold he knew my brother from when he lived in the area and apparently played footy with him.

 The "motorcampyhomos" Mike and Alana and us decided to travel together in convoy with them leading the way towards Bremer Bay with an overnight stop in between found in the good old "camp 6" book of free camping spots by the side of the road which was another good different experience to share with our friends.

Munglinup and surrounds

After leaving Esperance Tue May 1 lunchtime we said our goodbyes to Mike and Alana and headed for Munglinup Beach via a couple of roads that went to the beach. Munglinup is a name that sticks in my head as it was home for my younger brother Peter for some time a long time ago so we first went into town to take a photo of the roadhouse where Peter called home for 12 months or so.

 Reaching "Mungi" beach we saw that it had campsites right at the beach so pulled up the van and went for a walk along the sand.  Murph went absolutely spastic at the amount of shells on the beach so I went and did a bit of exploring over the rocks. This place would have been great for snorkelling but the swell was was too big to enter the water.
 We finally got back to the van and decided to camp there for the night nodding off with the sound of waves crashing on the rocks. This was a spot I really liked and so did Murph as she was up at sparrowfart scouring the beach for more shells "will have to go over a set of truck scales soon to see if we are overloaded.


Murphs additions to collection
Murph still tinkering

Friday, 4 May 2012

The handwave

 Whats with the handwave? After being on the road for about 6 weeks I still cant work out the oncoming traffic handwave. It seems like there is some unwritten rule that oncoming caravanners must wave to "fellow caravanners". When driving along the roads in South Australia caravanners were more common than flies so there was a lot of waving to be done. Its amazing you can almost tell the character of the oncoming driver just by their wave or am I just taking things too seriously when it comes to the friendly or even not so friendly handwave? Early on in our travels we found it very interesting or a new experience anyway with the oncoming caravanners waves especially after driving in Melbourne where oncoming traffic would rather give you the finger if anything.
 After getting into this new found wave action for the first couple of days I was almost offended when a "fellow" caravanner didnt wave to the point of giving them the finger after they had long gone past. The Murph had to settle me down but even she would come out with the comment of mother f..kers or something like that now and then. Sometimes I would wait to see if the fellow caravanner would instigate the wave but then most of the time they were past me before I got to reply so from then on I just eased into the wave to every oncoming fellow caravanner in some form or another. There is quite a variety of waves happening out there on the bitumen which could be dependant on what sort of character the fellow driver is or the mood they are in which I can see in the types of waves I do sometimes.
 First there is the full hand wave (a much friendlier type) with the whole hand off the wheel, the full hand but still touching the steering wheel, even the royalists queen wave, (a smile has been seen occasionaly too which is good). Then there is the one finger types of which there are a few varieties: there is the vertical 1 finger, the angled 1 finger almost pointing at you and then the half hearted droopy 1 finger which I associate with the people that couldnt really be fucked waving but are doing the "right thing" and then there is the frowned upon NO WAVE driver from which I get the comments from murph or even we get to make the same comment at the same time.
 To break the boredom of the wave action there can be the odd "out of usual" wave action which I must admit we have participated in now and then. There can be the full hand off the steering wheel wave and even with the passenger joining in as if you have come across a long lost friend which I must admit can be a nice change and a bit of fun especially if the road is long, straight hardly anything else to see but fellow caravenners. I have tried a wide variety of waves changing my types now and then probably depending on my mood. I have counted two thumbs up waves since heading off.
 Now there is the other wave actions which I think amusing as well which I can imagine you are at the edge of your seat waiting to find out what they are now. The motorhomers or I call motorhomo's are another breed of travelling holidaymakers as we only get a wave now and then from them but they have their allegence to themselves I have been informed by my motorhomo mate who has commented that he doesnt get the regular waves from caravanners but does from fellow motorhomo's. Another twist to the motorhomo is the rented out motorhomo's mainly rented out by euro's which very rarely wave at all which I am guessing they cant work out this wave action (pack of dumbarse poms and frogs etc).
 If its not caravanners and motorhomo's on the road then its truck drivers who wave rarely just to catch me out expecting a snobbery look from their big rigs so depending on my mood at the time will wave at every truck driver going in the opposite direction for a change to get a response but I am getting the thoughts that the truckdrivers look at caravanners as a pack of travellers which are only pests and shouldnt be on the roads.
 Maybe one day there will be some government research on it all just to burn up some taxpayers money giving us stats and graphs just like we did at school or even a documentary narrated by someone like David Attenborough.
 I thought of taking photos of people doing the above but with laws about privacy bla bla bla etc I just thought while sitting down relaxing under the annexe I would put this piece of crap together but I guess that is partly what blogs are all about.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Meeting up with Mike and Alana in Esperance

After Mike and I back home in Melbourne talked about doing this grey nomad stint around Oz for ages and ages we both finally got to hit the road. Mike and Alana got a month or so jump on us thanks to me breaking my ankle and also having problems with the caravan but because of their longish stays in a couple of places they loved we caught up in Esperance and spent a great week or so together checking out the sights, dining, drinking, making noise hoping it came out as music and just enjoying each others company. It was a great time I will never forget and I hope we cross paths again on our separate journeys.

Watching Collingwood and Essendon at the local
Cycling around Esperance taking in the sights
On the way to Cape Le Grande
Oh what a feeling
Strolling one of Cape Le Grandes beaches
 ride em cowboy
after a great roast

Duelling Ukeleles