{"id":1337,"date":"2017-12-16T22:25:41","date_gmt":"2017-12-16T11:25:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/?p=1337"},"modified":"2020-01-21T19:55:37","modified_gmt":"2020-01-21T08:55:37","slug":"the-tarkine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/the-tarkine\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tarkine"},"content":{"rendered":"

Only a week since my last post \u2026\u2026 boy it feels more like a fortnight, we seem to have fitted a lot in to a short space of time, & have camped in 7 different spots (including tonight) in 7 days.<\/p>\n

Firstly an update on our temperature gauge problem. I remain confident that we don\u2019t have a temperature problem per se, just a temperature reading problem. Redarc were very good & responded to my friday evening email by phoning me first thing on Monday. The possibility I & various Burnie professionals had missed was the possibility of a poor connection at the rear of the gauge. Redarc provided me with the necessary info to check this out, but I will wait until we are somewhere I can work under cover to do so. To say that the Tassie weather has been very changeable is an understatement – 4 seasons in one hour at times! As it is I am increasingly confident that the problem is simply a loose plug, as I have been able to observe what appear to be bumpy road induced temperature fluctuations over the past couple of days.<\/p>\n

And so on to our explorations of this drizzly, green & stunning island state. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Sisters Beach is another small holiday house hamlet just along the coast from Boat Harbour Beach, not quite as pretty & perhaps a little more downmarket, but nonetheless it provided us with a little walking practice, taking our leg muscles by surprise & giving them a warning of what was to come over the next week. A walk up the steep cliffside path to a cave afforded us a vantage point for views back over Sisters Beach, as well as into the previous Boat Harbour Beach bay.<\/p>\n

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Rock formations on Sisters Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

After our walk (& indeed a week of flannel washes interspersed with \u2018wet wipes\u2019) we were in need of a shower. Our plans to have had one in Burnie had been foiled by a combination of the temperature gauge issue taking priority & Burnie\u2019s exceptionally poor (non existent) long vehicle parking in proximity to the public showers or swimming pool. We were thus becoming increasinly concerned about the cloud of blowflies constantly circling us & the fact that most Tasmanians chose to walk on the other side of the street. \ud83d\ude42 Just joking, but we did feel in need of a shower, & after a few phone calls, including one to a caravan park in Stanley where they were kind enough to offer us a shower for $10 each\u2026\u2026 EACH! ( \u201cThey\u2019re \u2018avin\u2019 a bleedin\u2019 laugh\u201d I said. \u201cThey certainly are m\u2019dear\u201d replied Mrstea). We found another pleasant little park on the highway where they were happy for us to have a lovely hot scrub for $1 each. Thus we were able to enter Stanley feeling a little more human & without fear of offending some old friends (also travelling) who we hadn\u2019t seen in a while.<\/p>\n

Before Stanley however we gave ourselves a night in the bush, a sheltered respite from the constancy of the wind coming in off the sea. The location was a lovely spot about 15kms inland, close to Mawbanna, a secluded & hidden grassy forest clearing along side a river. Accessing it involved a river crossing which we managed without difficulty, despite initial consternation at the prospect. Determining the water depth was difficult as, like many Tasmanian rivers (that we\u2019ve seen so far) the water was a very dark brown, stained by tannins which leach into it from forest leaves & buttongrass plains. As it was the water didn\u2019t come higher than our door sills, but still probably the deepest we\u2019ve yet had to ford. It felt great to be out in the bush again, to have a camp fire & to do some baking in our camp oven. In the morning we detoured via the Dip Falls to see a river cascading over two levels of basalt columns & to the aptly named \u2018Big Tree\u2019, a giant among giants.<\/p>\n

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Bush camp near Mawbanna<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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The tannin stained river<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Dip Falls<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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The ‘Big Tree’<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Stanley is an historic & picturesque fishing village at the end of a long narrow spit jutting out into the Tasman sea. It is still home to the small Hursey\u2019s fishing fleet as well as being a very pretty little place. It\u2019s outstanding feature which adds to it\u2019s ambience is one which cannot be missed, a huge rock known as the Stanley Nut, a volcanic \u2018plug\u2019 I believe, with the village dotted around it\u2019s base. It is possible to get to the top of the Nut by one of two methods – a chairlift or climbing a very steep & testing path. Yep\u2026. we took on the path & conquered it both up & down, plus the 2.3km circuit walk at the top which took us through grass plains & forest & gave stunning sea views as well as over the town & the spit. Our legs surprisingly didn\u2019t complain as much as we\u2019d expected them to. Having caught up with our friends afterwards & set up camp with them for the evening, we felt it fitting to reward ourselves with a feed of fresh fish from Hursey\u2019s fish & chip shop at the harbour. The generous portions were enjoyed both by us & the large crowd of Silver Gulls as we scoffed them in the leeward side of a convenient wind break outside the shop. After a slow wander around the town a short drive afforded us some good views of the town, it\u2019s beaches & some strange looking birds. They looked like rather gangly chickens but clearly were not. Turns out we had stumbled across a gang of Tasmanian Native Hens, a flightless bird of the \u2018Rail\u2019 family we had previously been unaware of. Before leaving home a friend advised us that \u201cthere is something new to see around every corner in Tassie\u201d & it is certainly feeling like that is just how it is.<\/p>\n

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Stanley<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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View of Stanley from the top of the Nut<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Stanley Harbour<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

West from Stanley took us through Smithton (where we stopped for a short wander, fueled up & grabbed a few supplies) along the Bass Highway to it\u2019s end at Marrawah. It\u2019s the only highway we\u2019ve yet been on in Tassie, & to us is seemed little more than a narrow country road – far more preferable than any multi lane highway, but the large number of laden log trucks coming toward us did make it feel especially narrow at times, however we are finding that we are \u2018acclimatising\u2019 to these smaller roads with no hard shoulder. Turning off just past Marrawah\u2019s Gospel church (these & similar have been noticeably prevalent along this northern coast from Devonport) toward the sea, along a lane we hoped would take us to our first view of Tasmania\u2019s west coast. The road became a gravel one, & then a very narrow & steep gravel one. We (I) missed the turn to the beach & found ourselves at a farm gate with nowhere else to go, certainly nowhere else to turn around. The two large barking dogs beyond the gateway were a tad daunting, but there was no other option we had to risk the wrath of the farmer, as well as the prospect of being savaged by his dogs. A well executed handbrake start on the steep gravel took us into the farmyard. The dogs ran around in a barking frenzy, but were wagging their tails. As I executed a 3 point turn expecting a shotgun waving farmer to emerge from the house or a shed, instead a lady emerged. MrsTea wound down her window & called out \u201cSorry\u2026. we made a mistake\u201d.The result was a huge beam on the lady\u2019s face & two thumbs up. We reckoned we probably weren\u2019t the first to have made the mistake, but left once again feeling a sense of appreciation for Tasmanian friendliness.<\/p>\n

The beach consisted of large rocks & pebbles, with sand & dunes a few hundred metres away. A rocky, craggy shoreline where we enjoyed climbing, then sitting & watching the surf foaming in & through the many crevices, & observing the constant rise & fall of the thick leathery kelp attached to the rocks all around. The sun shone & had it been later in the day & less windy it would have been a great spot to camp for the night.<\/p>\n

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Kelp – rising & falling to the rhythm of the waves<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Instead we continued south down the west coast hoping to find a sheltered spot to spend the night. It seemed we may be out of luck, the west coast wind – all the way from Africa apparently, wasn\u2019t going to let up. We passed through the steep estuary township of Arthur River into the Arthur Pieman conservation area, stopping at the only camp spot which was sheltered – Prickly Wattles campground. To us it seemed unattractive & too far from anything we wanted to see, so we continued southward. Another campground at Nelson Bay behind some sand dunes gave beach access, but the best spots were all taken by unoccupied \u2018permanent\u2019 camps & what was left didn\u2019t appeal, & we continued onward. Such days tend to end up with disappointment, reaching the night\u2019s stay only by virtue of time running out & the need to get set up. We were feeling very much like this & growing increasingly despondent at the prospect of finding a good spot in what seemed like a heavily controlled but poorly serviced coastline. Luck however, was on our side. We drove into the tiny fishing settlement of Couta Rocks, which as it turned out was a sliver of coast where the few shacks that exist are on freehold land. The prospect of camping didn\u2019t look especially promising, but we did see a flat sheltered area & the coastal formations gave a very attractive view. We parked & had a wander around, finding one of the handful of residents who live there full time who in the course of conversation gave us his blessing to stay overnight in the spot we had \u2018selected\u2019. A case of \u2018if you don\u2019t ask, you don\u2019t get\u2019. Our stay saw us enjoy a west coast sunset, our first sightings of White breasted Chats, & some interesting exploration of the craggy rocks & pounding surf. We wondered how on earth the abalone & crayfish boats could safely navigate through the maze of hull ripping rocks in such seas, but were assured that there were two clear passages. Sure enough whilst laying in bed the following morning, we watched three boats picking their way out to sea for another days fishing.<\/p>\n

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Couta Rocks<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Plenty of action at Couta Rocks<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Sunset colours on Couta Rocks flora<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

From Couta Rocks it was only a few kilometres down the coast to Temma, another tiny fishing settlement & the last before the real wilderness coast begins. It’s possible to continue south from there & I was a bit tempted whilst MrsTea was a little less so. Tales of quicksand swallowing vehicles & the need to travel in a full recovery equipped convoy of at least 3 cars made it sound unwise, but I\u2019d heard it was nevertheless possible to go beyond Temma & I fancied the idea of going as far as we could, albeit very cautiously, just to find some of this \u2018car swallowing quicksand\u2019\u2026.. without, of course, falling victim to it. I suppose it had me a bit spooked too though. Reaching the gate which said we needed a Rec Vehicle Permit, available all the way back up at Arthur River to continue on provided me with an excuse to chicken out & to go with MrsTea\u2019s wishes. Damn those permit people! \ud83d\ude09
\nAnd so it was back up to Couta Rocks (no temptation to try Tasmania\u2019s reputedly most severe 4wd track from Temma inland to Balfour – The Balfour Track. Again recommendation is to travel in convoy, + each vehicle to be equipped with a winch, a snorkel & an experienced driver\u2026.. this is an 18 kilometre \u2018hard-core\u2019 track where water is frequently above the bonnet level, & the need to winch multiple times is a given\u2026. ummm no thanks).<\/p>\n

At Couta Rocks we turned west & found ourselves a short time later in The Tarkine forest. The Tarkine is a name I\u2019ve heard for years, a wilderness area equal to any in the world as far as it\u2019s pristine values goes. On a day when one of the headaches I occasionally get from a neck condition had gradually developed, finding that this pristine wilderness had a new sealed road running through it to give visitors & the log trucks access (yep logging is big in the Tarkine – there are signs everywhere telling you it is a \u2018shared forest\u2019, or that this is \u2019sustainable regrowth forest\u2019 & in places ugly cleared hillsides with only the unprofitable timber laying on the ground in between the odd token treefern) my frame of mind was not the most positive. We had planned to camp at the Julius River Motorhome & Caravan campground. On finding the small & squeezy area, heavily populated by hungry mozzies my mood did not improve. I was feeling less than complimentary about the world renowned bloody Tarkine. A painkiller & good night\u2019s sleep helped, as did our drive around the bitumen circuit drive the following day, especially when we were lucky enough to see a Tasmanian Devil run across the road in front of us. We did \u2018the tour\u2019 of all the \u2018attractions\u2019 around the circuit & walked all of the forest walks (with the exception of the 3 hour Balfour Walk). The quiet & peaceful walks in moss covered cool temperate rainforests among huge \u2018old growth\u2019 trees & tall \u2018man ferns\u2019 worked their magic on my mood, whilst MrsTea constanly expressed her love of treeferns. Our \u2018highlights\u2019 were a water filled sink hole beside the road & the Trowutta Arch – a natural rock arch formed by two sink holes adjacent to each other within a gorgeous forest setting.<\/p>\n

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The flooded sink hole<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Reflections<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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A canopy of Man Ferns<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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MrsTea loved the Man Ferns & found their latin name amusing. (Dicksonia Antarticus!)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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A rare Tarkine Gnome<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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So good to walk among trees so much older than ourselves<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Trowutta Arch<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

It really wasn\u2019t until we left the \u2018Tarkine Drive\u2019, to go south again, on the \u2018Western Explorer road, down through the heart of the Tarkine Wilderness which extends for another 120+ kilometres to the Pieman River that the Tarkine took my heart. As wilderness areas go, this may not be the biggest, but it is still truly wild & largely untouched. The gravel road seemed to us far more befitting than a sealed road, & we felt very much \u2018at home\u2019 on it\u2019s never ending ups & downs, twists & turns across the mountain range. For as far as we could see there were mountains after mountains after mountains, all covered in forest. Country as it has been for longer than anyone can remember. There were some very steep ups & downs, 2nd gear was commonly used, & 1st was essential on the steepest section. Not difficult to drive, but requiring confidence & commitment on occasion.
\nOf course it is not completely untouched. Apart from the road there was Balfour, a tiny tin mining settlement established around the end of the 19th century. How those folk survived in that remote location is a testament to their hardiness. Balfour today has the remnants of it\u2019s mining heritage & two or three residents. We detoured off the Western Explorer for a few kilometres, in low ratio, hubs locked to visit the settlement, not expecting to find anyone living there, but instead searching for a small cemetery deep in the bush we had read about, containing the graves of a few poor souls who had succumbed to a Typhus outbreak in 1912. We found the graves plus two of the current residents who welcomed us. We also encontered our first Tassie snake. A \u2018Tiger\u2019 we think, whilst walking through the bush to the nearby Frankland River (1.5kms – all downhill on the way there). It was lighter in colour to those we have previously seen, & with a black head so perhaps not a Tiger. (Please let us know if you can identify it in the photo). It was blocking our path & didn\u2019t move as we approached, so we kept our distance & lobbed pieces of wood at it. On the third piece it took notice & slithered away. We camped just outside of Balfour overnight, crawling back up the steep, narrow & rocky track back to the main track the following morning. This was probably the biggest test we\u2019ve put on our rig to date, & found that the Patrol managed it easily & the Tvan just followed wherever we went.<\/p>\n

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The road into Balfour<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Balfour CBD<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Balfour Cemetery. Good to find, but sad. Youngest was a 15 year old girl. Graves were remarkably ornate for such a remote spot. Those resting there must have been very well thought of.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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‘A rose among the hollyhocks’.
The hollyhocks grow wild in large swathes around Balfour.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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View from our camp next to the old Balfour mine<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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The more I think about it the less I think it’s a Tiger snake, because of it’s black head, Can you identify it for us?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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For the hardcore 4wd’ers. This is just the beginning of the Balfour Track ‘proper’ at it’s eastern end.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Many, many more rollercoaster-like kilometres on the mostly good gravel surface brought us to Savage River where we set up camp alongside the bridge, overlooking the water & had a \u2018domestic\u2019 day, getting some washing as well as a few other chores. It was quite a pleasant camp in a spot suitable only for a single vehicle. A highlight was seeing a platypus swim past whilst we were eating breakfast this morning.<\/p>\n

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Bridge at Savage River. Check out the size of the timbers!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

From Savage River it was only about 8 kilometres to the little settlement of Corinna on the Pieman River. Although not especially wide the river here is is 100\u2019 deep according the the single vehicle ferry operator who took us across. From the time we had turned off onto the Western Explorer road & seen the signs stating that the maximum length the ferry could carry was 9 metres our \u2018plan B\u2019 had been to turn back north east up though Waratah & Cradle Mountain, but the chap at Couta Rocks told us not to worry, that they\u2019d take us on the Ferry. And of course he was right, the 9 metre measurement is taken from front axle to rear axle & from our car\u2019s front axle to the Tvan\u2019s axle came in at under the 9 metres easily, even though our total length is almost 10 metres. The ferryman was a traveller from WA who had seen the job advertised for a 3 month stint on the internet. Nice work in a great location if you can get it. We went across at around 10.30 am & believe we were the 3rd customers for the day (the other two had driven past our camp spot earlier in the morning). The whole crossing affair was very laid back, no rushing with anything, a bit of a yak & a $5 discount for cash to save walking up to the pub to use the eftpos machine.<\/p>\n

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The ferryman delighted in explaining the pleasure he gets from watching folk read the sign.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Crossing the Pieman River<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We then headed across yet more mountains, (the Meredith Range) past flooded valleys supplying hydro electric generators, to Tullah to a free camp on the nearby Lake Rosebery, importantly one which has a phone signal available so I can get this post sent.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow we hope to visit Montezuma falls & test our nerve on it\u2019s long & narrow suspension bridge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Only a week since my last post \u2026\u2026 boy it feels more like a fortnight, we seem to have fitted a lot in to a short space of time, & have camped in 7 different spots (including tonight) in 7 days. Firstly an update on our temperature gauge problem. I remain confident that we don\u2019t … Continue reading The Tarkine<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[13],"tags":[15],"class_list":["post-1337","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tasmania","tag-australian-travel"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8PHoJ-lz","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1337","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1337"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1337\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3971,"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1337\/revisions\/3971"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1337"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1337"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1337"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}