After leaving Wilsons Promontory we headed for Tarra Valley, where I spent 3 years as a child aged 7 to 10 years. That was 50 years ago & my childhood memories had it pictured as the most beautiful place that exists. I was expecting to see many changes after 50years & a reassesment of its natural beauty. I was completely mistaken. It was exactly the same & yes it was still the most beautiful place in the world, this time I was able to compare it to many places we have visited throughout the world & it still holds its prime position. Better still it has not yet been discovered by backpackers. I will come back in another 50 years to check on changes & hope to find it the same still.
There have been no blog posts for the last 3 days as Tarra Valley has no phone or internet reception & no TV either.
Today we headed out for Lakes entrance, which was cold & damp on this trip so we moved on to Cann River. where the council caravan park is free including power, water, hot showers & toilets.
The lady in the caravan next to us cooked up caramel dumplings & made too many to eat so gave us the rest which were still hot with plenty of caramel sauce, it was enough to feed all 4 of us & she even gave us a jar of cream to top it with. In return we washed up the pot before returning it.
The hall the Devon North school used for their Christmas plays. It was a kilometre down the road from the school & I remember we all used to walk down from the school to practice. Devon North was the school I attended during the period we lived in Tarra Valley. The hall was exactly the same, with a new roof & fresh coat of paint.
Back in the valley again, we rode the route through the hills that I used to ride to the bus stop, a round trip of 13k. This is the point where the bus picked me up.
The driveway to Hennings house. They were friends of my parents, their son still lives there.
The caravan park where we stayed, the same building as when I was a child, with a new coat of paint.
There have been no blog posts for the last 3 days as Tarra Valley has no phone or internet reception & no TV either.
Today we headed out for Lakes entrance, which was cold & damp on this trip so we moved on to Cann River. where the council caravan park is free including power, water, hot showers & toilets.
The lady in the caravan next to us cooked up caramel dumplings & made too many to eat so gave us the rest which were still hot with plenty of caramel sauce, it was enough to feed all 4 of us & she even gave us a jar of cream to top it with. In return we washed up the pot before returning it.
Port Welshpool, our morning tea stop on the way to Tarra Valley.
Port Welshpool, a very sleepy fishing village.
Lunch was the bakery at Yarram, the town nearest Tarra Valley.
Yarram court house.
The hall the Devon North school used for their Christmas plays. It was a kilometre down the road from the school & I remember we all used to walk down from the school to practice. Devon North was the school I attended during the period we lived in Tarra Valley. The hall was exactly the same, with a new roof & fresh coat of paint.
Still the same school room, 50 years later.
Camp, in Tarra Valley, right on the bank of the Tarra river.
The river right behind our vans.
The view from under our awning.
At the front drive of my parents farm in the valley, for sale again, I'd love to buy it.
Afternoon walk, still the same bridges that were there 50 years ago.
Its stunning wherever you look.
The roadside is like this everywhere, not just isolated places.
Heading up toward the national park.
Entry to the national park walking trails.
On the walk.
Walking along the creek.
The growth is very dense.
A big old tree.
Do NOT come here if you have a tree fern allergy.
We were the only ones in the park today, as this is not on the tourist trail, otherwise it would be packed with Chinese & backpackers, as we found everywhere else.
Greg on the swinging foot bridge, a very pretty scene.
Thats me on the bridge.
Me again........
Pano......
Here comes Yvonne.
Loy Yang power station near Yallourn on a day trip out with Greg & Wendy.
The coal mine beside the power station.
Another picture of Loy Yang.
Back in the valley again, we rode the route through the hills that I used to ride to the bus stop, a round trip of 13k. This is the point where the bus picked me up.
This is the house where Wendy Edwards lived. I was profoundly in love with Wendy when I was 10 years old.
The driveway to Hennings house. They were friends of my parents, their son still lives there.
The caravan park where we stayed, the same building as when I was a child, with a new coat of paint.
Mussels on a post at Lakes entrance.
A handsome pelican at Lakes Entrance.
A dull, cold, showery day at Lakes Entrance.
Tonights camp at Cann River.
Yep......
CRH
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