We haven't posted for a few days as we have put in long days & didn't have the energy left to stay up late.
We have spent 2 days in Strahan & 1 day relocating to Queenstown. Therefore there are lots of pictographs.
The lake behind Murchison dam. All the water supplies are low as they haven't had as much rain as usual & they rely on the water for hydro power. This area normally receives rain over 300 days per year.
The good news it is raining heavily today.
As above.
Looking down the valley below the dam.
My other heart.
Overlooking the Strahan area from a nearby hilltop lookout.
Pano as above.
The steam train operating between Strahan & Queenstown.
We are going on this tomorrow from the Queenstown end.
As above.
We went to the play of 'The Ship That Never Was' it was great.
Pre dinner drinks at the Boston camp. We are wishing we had brought our caravan.
We went on this boat for an all day cruise around Maquarie Harbour, Hells Gate & out into the Southern Ocean & then back up the 'Gordon' river. It was a 140k trip in comfort.
Pulling out of the harbour on the good ship 'Harbour Master'.
Looking back at Strahan harbour.
Strahan disappearing behind us.
The drivers view of 'Hells Gate', the only entrance into Maquarie harbour, which is 5 times larger than Sydney Harbour. The gap is 60metres wide & 20metres deep, so you can imagine the current.
Looking back after passing through 'Hells Gate'.
Cape Sorrel light house viewed from a very calm Southern Ocean on a gloriously fine day.
Looking North along the Tasmanian coast from outside 'Hells Gate'.
Kelp beds around 'Cape Sorrel'.
Commercial Salmon & Trout farms on Maquarie Harbour.
Sarah Island, considered the cruelest convict place anywhere.
As a place of convict servitude it was completely denuded of vegetation, which has since regrown.
This reminded me of a poem I learnt about this place at school, when I was 12 years old & it has stuck with me as I can only remember useless stuff. I don't know who wrote it.
Maquarie harbour jailers lock,
the sullen gates no more,
But lash strokes sound from every shock,
of ocean on that dismal rock,
along that barren shore.
No more the bolters hear the hound,
that bays upon the wind,
And terror spurred keep onward bound,
until they drop upon the ground,
starved & terror pinned.
Ruins on Sarah Island.
Ruins of the solitary confinement cells on Sarah Island.
Heading into the mouth of the Gordon River.
Reflections on the Gordon river.
My lover, on a moss covered Huon pine log, well up the Gordon river.
A Huon pine tree.
A young Huon pine tree.
Heading out fishing with Geoff in the evening.
Geoff caught a flathead, which he cut up for bait, but we caught nothing else.
The first of the 'Hells Gate light houses, directly opposite our fishing location.
The West Coast ocean Beach.
Dr. Boston on the ocean beach.
A nice view in the rainy hills on the road to Queenstown this morning.
A wet Queenstown view from our motel window.
We have spent 2 days in Strahan & 1 day relocating to Queenstown. Therefore there are lots of pictographs.
The good news it is raining heavily today.
We are going on this tomorrow from the Queenstown end.
As a place of convict servitude it was completely denuded of vegetation, which has since regrown.
This reminded me of a poem I learnt about this place at school, when I was 12 years old & it has stuck with me as I can only remember useless stuff. I don't know who wrote it.
Maquarie harbour jailers lock,
the sullen gates no more,
But lash strokes sound from every shock,
of ocean on that dismal rock,
along that barren shore.
No more the bolters hear the hound,
that bays upon the wind,
And terror spurred keep onward bound,
until they drop upon the ground,
starved & terror pinned.
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