Tasmania – Heading South

Cradle Mountain

Tasmania – Heading South

I took the bus from Stanley to Bernie with a connection to Devenport.

Brewery in Railton

I then headed south toward Deloraine. The route took me through a small town called Raiton.

I noticed a sign saying ‘Brewery’ and decided to check it out.  It turned out to be the Seven Sheds Brewery that made the Kentish Ale that I had drunk in the Stanley Hotel. I go into conversation with the owner , a bloke called Willie Simpson.  He told me that he used to be a journal and wrote for Micro-Brewery magazines.  He knew the owners and managers of the Lord Nelson in The Rock very well.

During our chat, I asked Willie how he was going getting outlets for his beer.  He told me that it was very difficult, as most of the pubs were “controlled” by the duopoly – SA Brewing and Carlton United.  Also, “most of the locals don’t even want to try a beer other than Cascade, Boags or (“for heavens sake”) XXXX.  He told me that the local pub less than 400 metres away wouldn’t even try selling his beer.

http://sevensheds.com/

Time in Deloraine

I headed on to Deloraine and checked into the Deloraine Hotel.  It isn’t a bad pub.  It turned out to be good place to pause for a while and to attend to some personal matters that required time sitting at a computer and connecting to the internet.

I asked the owner of the pub if he had considered selling the Seven Sheds brews.  He said that he had considered it, but he thought that “only tourists would be interested in drinking it”.  When I was in another pub down the road, I asked that same question.  The owner there said he “would never drink that crap”.  I asked him which of the brews he had tried.  His was response was “I have tried any of them”.  So much for supporting local businesses.

One thing I will say about Deloraine is that it does have a good café/ delicatessen.

 Mole Creek and Up to Cradle Mountain

I spent much longer in Deloraine than I expected.

I took a short ride to Mole Creek.  Along the way I stopped in at a honey ice cream shop.  It was operated by a Dutch Family.  This is a real go ahead business, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

http://www.thehoneyfarm.com.au/acatalog/visit_us.html

The Mole Creek camping is 8 klms from town.  Very strange.

The next day’s ride turned out to be a shocker.   It was as hot as buggery and the route took me on some very steep roads.

Check out the Garmin Link at http://connect.garmin.com/activity/436540126

Parts of the ride were on very steep dirt road.  If I stopped it would have been impossible to start riding again given the weight of the gear on the bike. That meant ‘head down and keep going’.  Another tough section was in the road up from the hydo-electric dam near Molina.

I have worked out that roads that were original built in early years (say the 1880’s) are of a gentle gradient, probably no more that 8%.  This was due to the fact that horse and steam driven vehicles could not cope with anything steeper.  Roads built in the 1960’s are much steeper, because, by this time the trucks and cars were much more powerful.  Some of these roads have gradients of 10% and more.  This is hard going on a fully laden bicycle.

As I approached Molina, I ran out of water and started to get cramps in both legs.  Fortunately, I ran into a young woman pushing a pram.  She took me into house and gave me some water.  It turned out that her husband was a chef at one of the chalets in Cradle Mt.  They live in an ex hydro dam house in Molina which is 24 klms from Cradle Mt.  I think I chatted to her for nearly an hour and I drank heaps of water.  She did confide that I was a relief to talk to an adult.  The place where she and her husband live is very isolated.

The last 24 klms into Cradle Mt seemed a lot longer than that.

Cradle Mt.

I stayed in a hut on the Discovery Park at Cradle Mt.  It was basic but comfortable.  I had dinner at the Peppers Resort, which was very expensive, but the food was great.

In the morning I took the mini-bus into the National Park and walked around Dove Lake.  The weather was just perfect.  What great place this is.  The walk from Cradle Mt to Lake St Clair is on my ‘bucket list’.

Back at Peppers for dinner I got into conversation with an older bloke from Alaska.  He turned out to be 80 years old and had walked up to the summit of the mountain and back in less than 7 hours.  That is an amazing effort.

Garmin link to walk around Dove Lake

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/436911516

Down to Rosebery

The Ride from Cradle Mountain west takes you over the highest point of the Discovery Way.   This is another of those 10% plus gradient roads.  The good bit is that, once you have reached  the highest point, it is mainly downhill from there on.

The road leads on to the Murchison Highway which leads south to the township of Tallah.  This is another hydro-electricity town.

From Rosebery, I continued on to Rosebery, where I check into the only operating hotel.  Rosebery is a mining town.  It is somewhat unique in that the mine is still operating.  The hotel appears to be providing accommodation to ‘drive in, drive out’ workers at the mine.  The food on offer was amazing. The steaks were so big I wondered why they had not decided to leave the heads on.

I ordered grilled fish.  You would expect this to be a healthy meal.  It was served with a thick covering of cheese and sprinkled with large chunks of bacon.  Whatever benefit would have been derived from eating the fish was very much countered by the animal fats from that topping.

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/437376988

On to Strahan

From Rosebery, I headed I headed further south to Zeehan.  This is old mining town.  Its glory days are long gone.

After a rather interesting coffee(I think it was coffee) in the only café in town, I continued on to Strahan.

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/437785774

When I checked into the camping ground the woman in the reception told me that they were expecting a lot of bikers – members of the HOG i.e. the Harley Davidson Owners’ Group.  She said, “it may be noisy”.

I headed of for a meal in the only hotel in town.  On the way I book a trip on a boat tour that included a visit to Bonnet Island.    There were a few Harley’s riding around, but not too many.  Even a small number make an amazing amount of noise.

When I returned to the camping ground there were two other tents.   There was a Harley next to one tent and a Kawasaki touring bike next to the other.

I struck up a conversation with the bloke of the Kawasaki. He told me that he definitely wasn’t with the HOG.  He said he “couldn’t understand why anyone would buy 1950’s technology in this century”.

Troubling Story about Tasmanian Education Standards

The bloke on the Kawasaki also told me that he worked for the Victorian Department of Education.  Part of his role included acting as School Principal at various times.  He had recently performing that role in Morwell in country Victoria.  Before arriving at the school he was provided with the resumes of the teacher and within the first couple of days he made sure he met with them.

One of the teachers had recently transferred to Victoria from Tasmania.  He met with her shortly before lunch.  She told him that she had “just return from a medical appointment and she had been walking down the main street of the town when she had seen two students from the school”.  He was not sure if he had heard her correctly and asked: “what did you see?  She replied “I seen two students from the school in the street during school hours”.

The acting Principal was stunned. Rather that pursuing the apparent truancy issue, he was more concerned about the teacher’s misuse of the English language.  He told her that: “she saw two students in the street”.  Alternatively she could have said: “she had seen two students in the street”. She replied: “that’s right I, seen two students in the street”.

He told me that an argument then ensued in which the Tasmanian teacher was adamant that what she had said was grammatically correct.

No Boat Trip

I woke up early looking forward the boat trip on Macquarie Harbour and the visit to Bonnet Island.  I turned on my phone to find an SMS from the tour operator.  The trip was cancelled due to the fact that only two people had booked.

This is the peak tourist season.  I would hate to see the place when it I quiet.

Flickr Link

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Northwest Tasmania

Spirit of Tasmania

Northwest Tasmania

I took the Spirit of Tasmania from Melbourne to Devonport.  It is not the cheapest form of transport. I understand that this is an issue for the Tasmanian tourist industry.  There seems to be a simple answer – lower the prices.

Anyway the trip was comfortable and the meal on-board was good.

Railway Museum and Ride

I headed off west from Devonport.  I didn’t get too far before I stopped in a small own called Don.  The reason was that I saw a rail museum.  I am a bit partial to old railways.

This particular railway does not run far, however it is good to see that it still exists.

Ulverstone

I stopped in Ulverstone and checked into Furner’s Pub.  This was my first experience of a Tasmanian pub.  Unfortunately, it was to turn out to be typical of many of the pubs in the state.  It is really just a mini casino will lots of poker machines being played by some very sad people.  It is such a shame that so many of these places exist.

Along the Coast to Wynyard

The next leg was to Bernie via Penguin.  This is a very pleasant piece of coast line.  The narrow gauge rail line runs very close to the coast.  The line is still in operation for freight trains.  The passenger trains ceased operating over 20 years ago.  It is good that line is still in operation.  I guess that it possible that it sometime in the future, the passenger trains may be brought back into operation.

Burnie is not a very nice place.  It is industrial with a very large timber clip mill and loading facility.  I am not sure if that is really a long term business proposition.

On the way into Wynyard, I ran into a fellow cyclist – a bloke from Toronto.  He was somewhat mortified by the state of the roads.  This was to turn be a common view held by foreign cyclists I met on the trip.

Wynyard

I checked in the camping ground in Wynyard.  This is top spot.  I had a bit of difficult erecting my new North Face tent.  Once I finally got it erected, I was very satisfied.  It is an excellent tent.

A feature of the camping ground is the kitchen – it is excellent and has comfortable sitting room and television.  I decided to stay a couple of days.

Ride to Stanley

The ride west from Wynyard was pretty steep.

I had been told about a place called Port Harbour.  It turned to be a very pretty place – pure white sand and azure sea.  There not too many people in the water.  I soon found out the reason why – the water was bloody freezing.

The local Surf Club was serving fish and chips.  I had a great lunch and ended up having some long chats with a number a people who were fascinated with the setup of the bike – notably that back wheel.

After lunch I headed west to Sisters Beach which is in National Park.  It was worth the visit albeit it necessitated doubling back on the same road – I hate having to do that.

As I headed west I could see the ‘Nut’ which is where my destination, Stanley is located.  The ‘Nut’ is what remains of a volcanic plug.  The volcano is long gone.  It seemed to take forever before I made it to the turn off to Stanley.

I checked into the camping ground, set up the tent (in minutes this time) and headed up to pub for a beer and a meal. The food was great and the Kentish Ale was excellent.  I was to learn more about this ale later.

Stanley is a very pretty little town.  It is famous for being the home of Joseph Lyons, a former Prime Minister.  His cottage is a tourist attraction.  It is also known for its lobsters.

The next day I ran into a very attractive women taking photographs  with a camera with a very large lens.  She told me that she was a professional photographer, doing a assignment for a country life magazine.

I walked up the Nut via the Zig Zag track.  This is a must if you visit Stanley, don’t take the chairlift unless you are really unfit.

That night I ran into photographer  again in the pub.  During the day I had noticed that the War Memorial in town had the dates of WW1 as being 1914 to 1919.  I checked out the internet to find out why.  See the URL http://www.anzacday.org.au/education/tff/memorials/tasmania.html

The pretty photographer did not seen to be overly impressed with by local knowledge.

Off to Smithton

I headed out of Stanley via an old farmhouse situated above the town.  As I rode slowly up the hill a 4WD bleeped its horn as it came towards me.  Short time later the same vehicle passed me from behind and stopped ahead.

It turned out to be the photographer.  She told me that she was heading back to Nut to take some more photos as “the light was really good”.

I told that one look at the Nut was good enough for me.  She said “that was a pity as it was a chance to take a picture of two Nuts”.  She giggled, said “see ya” and roared off down the hill.

The farmhouse was established by the Van Diemen’s Land Company in the 1860’s.  Apparently the plan was to grow sheep on the land.  They invested millions of $’s in today’s money on what turned out to be a failed venture.  The sheep died on the cold and wet weather.  That seems to be a bit odd given sheep live, and apparently prosper, in places like the Outer Hebrides in Scotland.

Smithton

I stayed in Smithton and won’t do that again.

To Arthur River

Leaving Smithton, I rode west  towards Woolnorth.  The wind was behind me and I made surprisingly good progress.

Woolnorth is another of the properties developed by the Van Diemen’s Land Company.  It is now owned by a New Zealand Diary Company and by all accounts they are doing very well.  Cows must be tougher than sheep.

Short of going right into Woolnorth, I headed south on dirt road to Marrawah.

I stopped in the Marrwah Tavern for a late lunch and beer.  I chatted to two blokes from Melbourne that had walked up the coast, mainly on the beach, from Zeehan.  That must have been some walk.

The barmaid in the Tavern told me that there was nowhere to buy alcohol in Arthur River.  She asked me what I would like her to take to the shop down there for me to collect later.  She told me that she lived in Arthur River and “this was a service she offered to cyclists and walkers that were heading that way”.  There seemed  to be no question as to whether I wanted  to buy something – that was simply assumed.   I bought a bottle of red wine.

Arthur River

I check into the Arthur River camping ground which is about 2.5 klms out of town.  It seemed to be a very strange place to locate the place.

I then headed into the town for a ‘Hamburger with the lot’, at one of two small shops.  The other one was closed.  The choice of meals was what I ordered and a Hamburger with ‘less than the lot’.

The bottle of red tasted remarkable good.  I guess everything is relative.

It was a very wind night in the tent.  It look it very well.

The next morning I headed back into to town to take the Arthur River cruise.  The boat is owned and operated by a bloke called Gagy.  His off-sider is character named Mouse. There was about 20 people booked for the trip – mainly people of my vintage with one young family.

We headed up the river and Gagy and Mouse told us about the wildlife and the history of the river.  At one point we stopped to feed two sea eagles that swooped down to collect some fish that Mouse through on the river bank for them.  Apparently there are two schools of thought regarding whether you should feed wild birds.  I suspect two small fish once a day at most, isn’t too bad.

We stopped for lunch about 14 klms up the river.  Before lunch Mouse took us for a short walk into the bush.  It is incredibly dense.   Many of the trees are many hundreds of years old.  This an area that the Abbott government is proposing to remove from the Heritage listing and thereby allow logging.

After lunch we head back down the river.  Gagy let most of the passengers have a go steering the boat.

We got back to the town in the late afternoon.  This gave me time to head out to a place called the ‘End of the Earth’. This is the most westerly point in Tasmania.  It is aptly named.  If you travel due west, you would come to Argentina – missing the southernmost point of Africa.   Put that in your trivia file.

South and East

I got up reasonably early to head back to Stanley.

At one stage I had thought of taking the road that goes to Corrinna, however this has been washed out in a section and is closed to vehicular traffic.  It is possible to ride a bike through the closed area, however, the local police advised not to do it alone.

I rode south into what seemed to be a gale.  I stopped briefly at place called Cuta Rocks  where I had a conversation with some locals.  I made a comment about the extraordinary strength of the wind.  The response was:  “yeah it’s a bit breezy” .  I would hate to see when it is more than “a bit breezy”.  It would be impossible to ride in those conditions.

As I turned east and headed inland the wind finally dropped.

After a long day in the saddle I finally made it back into Stanley.

Bus to Devonport

I had decided to take the bus back Devonport on account that I cannot abide doubling back on the same roads I have already ridden on.

This meant staying another day in Stanley.  The photographer was nowhere to be seen.  I did however, have opportunity to get a very cheap haircut from a girl called Ashlee, who operated her business in shed in her backyard.  When I looked at the result in the mirror I thought $20 was probably too much to pay.

Next morning I caught the bus to Burnie with an onward connection to Devonport.

Flickr Link

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Garmin Links

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/426901905

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/427013713

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/428569499

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/430253218

http://connect.garmin.com/activity/431101235