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Road Trip – Tarraleah, Central Highlands.

It’s Mother’s Day and here I am up at 6 am. What! You’re meant to be sleeping in, getting spoilt, all that stuff… Not this bunny, my original idea for today was rejected and replaced with ‘road trip to Tarraleah with the boys’.
Well, ok then, that sounds more like it. I love that place and the boys haven’t seen it, so it’s all good.
The idea was to pack a picnic (I had to do this otherwise ‘no one will enjoy their lunch’ as mr 15 said – can’t argue with that either) leave early and spend the day together. And that for me, is a perfect day.

Leave home 8, right on time. Leaving Mr 17 at home unfortunately, but work beckons and this was an impromptu trip. This got me thinking – my (first) baby will be missing all these family things as he embarks on his own life. Have car, job and girlfriend, and we are at the point of ‘will we see you tonight?’ It’s what happens, time moves along, and we are now at the stage of Mr 15 starting the pre learner driving stage, eek!

Ok, now down to the important stuff.
Route: Tarraleah Power Station (Wayatinah & Butlers Gorge)

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Weather: Interesting weather, one side is sunny and blur skies, the south west is dark and stormy. Nothing unusual there. It’s been raining, and the forecast is for 13 and , well typical Autumn. Wet, windy and who knows what will happen.

Distance and time: 170km, 2 hrs 45. Leave home at 8, arrive just after 10. Leave for home 2.40, arrive 4.45 for late afternoon tea with my parents.

Stops: None but for our destinations for the day – Wayatinah, Tarraleah and Butlers Gorge.  

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Where we’re going is guaranteed to be cold, but hopefully not too grey and wet.
Central highlands, a stone’s throw from cradle mountain.
A picnic lunch – complete with thermos for hand warming drinks – has been packed, and the jackets and gloves are ready.

Just after 10 we arrive at the first part of our destination, Wayatinah.  Just below both Tarraleah and Butlers Gorge power stations, producing Hydro Electricty.
Water from Butlers Gorge feeds both Wayatinah and Tarraleah, with Tarraleah spewing it out into the start of the Derwent River, and continuing on through a total of 8 stations before it is left alone to simply be a river and water source for the greater Hobart area.  There is a small power station that the main pipes feed into, and a lagoon with a small dam.

Then it was onto Butlers Gorge. A funky little dam with the most amazing spillway, and the start of the canal. A fast flowing, 4m wide by 2-3m deep water ways. As we tested it, ot seemed to be flowing about 20km/hr. This might not sound fast but when you’re standing over or next to it, it’s a whole other story. Most of the time it was built into the ground and was level with the road. Until the road went into a small gully.

Just after 1 we got back to the Tarraleah township and lookout.  This is where the canal water is directed into the pipes transporting the water to the surbines, with pipes running down the hill.  The township has been transformed since we were there last (20yrs) and it a mini tourist mecca with caravan park, cafe and re furbished and newly painted Hydro houses providing accomodation. Going with he highland theme they have two resident Yaks whcih weren’t very friendly. They may have just stood there, but when I went to pat one it swung round and nearly collected me with its horns, lucky the gate was there.

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There was no place to simply picnic and the weather had decided to come in with drizzly rain so we headed back to Wayatinah where the boys ran off their energy in the park.
By two we had eaten and were suitably frozen enough to get back in the car and head off to check out Wayatinah lagoon. We missed the turn off, so kept going to Lake Catagunya .. we were half way there anyway. Which was not much to write home about except for Wayatinah power station, perched on the edge of the lake.
The trip home always feels quicker than the trip there, and we enjoyed coffee and cake at mum and dad’s place.
Dinner? I still coooked, but it was more of a left overs night, planned of course and a movie to round out a wonderfully relaxing Mother’s day.

More pictures of our day over at the Box of Photos.

Jen 🙂

the beginning of a new time….

This blog starts off where another sorta ended.  At the finishing line of our relocation from Mt Isa, Qld to Tassie.  For those of you who wish to see the story about the rest of our trip,  refer to the blog on my website, www.marcatodesigns.com.  I have decided to start a new blog seperate from my website as a seperate thing that includes not just my beading blog but my personal aswell, or vice versa maybe.

And so the story continues…..

One thing I will mention about this trip from here on in, or actually from the time we drove off the boat in Devonport, is that there have been oodles of photo opportunites but have not stopped to actually utilize them.  Two reasons: hubby wont stop for me every 5 minutes and also because we will be here for some time to come and there will b plenty of times to get my pictures.

The trip from Zeehan to Hobart was a troubled one with my husband being sick – or at least coming down with a bug and having that dreaded feeling.  So I have to drive all those bendy roads with a car that has very little suspension and a heavy van making the mid section of my combined length very close to the ground.  This means any bumps in the road a hazard causing me to drive a lot slower than I would be able to normally.

A short stop in Queenstown (35km’s down the road) and we are on the road again.  The road from Queenstown winds, oh about 70-odd bends up the hill before the land levels out slightly and heads towards Hobart.  

There are many places to look at on the way through, Power Stations, small towns and other national park areas. 

We arrive in Brighton to see friends in time for dinner and Lance spends most of it on the couch sleeping.

The next morning we drive south through Hobart towards Verona Sands (our friend’s shack) where we will be staying for an undetermined time.  

the second instalment….

There is no point in my regaling tales of our day to day business – boys to school, us trooping up and down the highway to Hobart, lunching with friends etc etc so from this blog entry I will try and focus on other mundane things…. plus my beads when we are able to retrieve them from storage.

Like I said, life has returned to the mundane with not much happening, hubby is looking for work and seriously looking at the ‘mainland’ for it.  Higher wages which mean getting into a house quicker being the important factor.  This will mean FIFO (fly in fly out) and several weeks at a time where we don’t see him.   As discussed between ourselves, this is a non issue as Lance knows with kids and wife being in a ‘happy place’ he can do this without feeling guilty or whatever…

I have been to a market to see what is available to me, and although the first is a lot smaller than I first thought – wet and mothers day – I will go to the next few and suss them out properly.  I have a feeling that I will do this market anyway as it is a good way to get one’s name out even if sales are not huge.  Sales are but only a small part of business. 

Onto another thought.   Shack, holiday house, weekender… whatever it is that call it, there are several words that usually pop into your head: scrubby/messy, trees, small, lack of conveniences… that sort of thing.  Or maybe that is just me.  Now I am not being ungrateful, I am very appreciative that our friends have let us have total use for an indefinite period of time rent free, but seriously, making a shack look more like a city block on the beach is going a bit far. 

Eight or so years ago before we left, there were several nice big trees on the block, that made it feel country and shack-like. Trees gone, and nice lawn, driveway and numerous sheds in it’s place with more deck and bunk house on the cards, it feels more like a very cramped (even by city standards) town house that is but a block from the beach.  Maybe it comes from my country upbringing, but I find it weird that it is almost like being in town – without the noise of course.