Category: Travel

The Last Leg of The Tour

Sue is still feeling the effects of vertigo and the exercises are not “fixing” it, so it will be good to get home.

The drive down from Temora to Wangaratta started on the Goldfields Way which became the Olympic Highway and then on the Hume Highway.  The Olympic Highway is so named because back in 1963 part of the route was used to carry the Olympic flame down to Melbourne for the Olympic Games.  The Goldfields Way led to Wagga Wagga and was quite busy with people heading into Wagga for Saturday chores, all wanting to overtake this pesky caravan.  After Wagga things settled down and I was able to watch them rushing along towards Wagga on the other side of the road.

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Gilgandra, Parkes to Temora

This part of the trip is basically caravan touring because I have had waitlist success and will be on the Ferry to Tasmania on the 21st August.  This means getting to Melbourne by then.  Of course I could just hit the road and drive long distances each day  – but given the timeframe there is no need.

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Armidale – still up on the Tablelands

The drive to Armidale was made more interesting by a side trip to Captain Thunderbolt’s Cave.  Little did I know when I pulled off the highway that the way to the cave was by an ever narrowing and ever rougher dirt road.  Mrs GPS reckoned the track would eventually rejoin the New England Highway but at times that looked like wishful thinking!

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Glen Innes – New England Tablelands

I escaped the sugar cane burning smoke of Yamba and went to Glen Innes and into rain.  How unusual.  The countryside around here is extremely brown as the last decent rain was some years ago.  Oh well, the caravan needed another leak.

Glen Innes.  Altitude 1,135 metres = cool to cold in winter.  District settled mainly by Scottish (newspeak for pinched from the Narabal people) in 1838.  The original name was Gindaaydjin which means “plenty of big round stones on clear plains” and there still are.

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Another week, another shared bike path (or two)

Leaving Port Stephens we headed north to Forster/Tuncurry.  According to an information board, Tuncurry means “Plenty Fish”.  Certainly this was proven by the fishers cleaning their catch using special tables – while surrounded by pelicans.

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