Between Ayr and Charters Towers lies the sleepy mining town of Ravenswood. After the gold rush in the mid-1800's, folks flocked to this area in search of the precious metal. By the early 1900's Ravenswood became a flourishing town.
Today, the place is a shadow of its glory years. There are still a few mines running, and the town thrives on winter tourism. Of the 48 hotels that once quenched the thirst of many a miner, only the Imperial and the Railway remain.
There's a small museum set up and a little town garden, but it's the heritage-listed relics of the past that are of the most interest to tourists. Old chimneys, brickwork, and other structures from the mills and processing plants can be found in and around the town.
A bit further south from the town is Burdekin Falls Dam. While this dam isn't the most impressive Australia has to offer, it's integral for supplying water to most the regions crops. Due to all the rain before our visit, the dam was overflowing. When it is not overflowing, you can drive across the dam.
Situated not far west of Mackay, Eungella is a beautiful chunk of national park highlands. Our previous visit was in 2013, but venturing back up the hill again was just as good as the first time.
This year we decided to head a bit further out, to Eungella Dam. There's quite a bit of rural farmland between the classic rainforest location and the dam. That said, the dam was a great place to camp. Plenty of space to stretch out, and a top spot for highland lake fishing.
Before our visit, Cyclone Iris had been trying her best to kick up a stink in the north of Queensland. While she failed to get too worked up, her tantrum did send storms rippling along the east coast. The sunny days that proceed such weather generally brings the forests to life. Well, when we were heading out to the dam, we saw much of this life. In the form of what seemed to be a locust plague!
They were everywhere, swarms of large grasshoppers. Birds and reptiles were out and about getting their fill! Fortunately, one side of the campground was rather windy, keeping most of the 'hoppers at bay. One of the photos—beneath this post on the left—looks like a dodgy shot of the ground. If you blow up the image and look at all those leaves—well, what appears to be leaves—you shall see thousands of grasshoppers!
The bottom of the food chain flourishing is not such a bad thing. Not at all! It means that the critters hanging out on a higher rung are more active too! And, when we went on one of the short strolls through platypus territory, we saw one of the 'duck-beaked water-moles' splashing about, foraging for food without a care in the world! This was pretty rad. We had seen them in the wild a couple of times, but never so active and repeatedly easy to spot!
We made sure to snap a couple of pics, and I've added a little YouTube clip below for those who've never seen a platypus in the wild.
Deciding to camp at Woodgate will remain one of the most memorable experiences of my life. Why, you may ask? Well, on our trip north, Jeni and I wanted to get to Mon Repos in time to see the turtle hatching. We hit the region the day after the final public viewing. Bugger, I thought, there's always next time—and I've thought that on previous trips up to the area.
We looked at some maps and decided we'd spend the night at Woodgate, a small ocean-side town that's forty-five minutes south of Bundaberg. It's a beaut little place, relaxing, and the beach is not too bad either. The campground was tidy, had good amenities, and the folks running it were pretty laid back.
After a relaxing evening, we both woke before sunrise and had this overwhelming urge to go for a walk. As the sun rose, a big bugger of a skippy greeted us with the flex of his muscles. Like pretty much every beach in Aus, the morning walk was a top way to start the morning. Then suddenly, people started racing down from the streets, dumping buckets onto the shore...
This event seemed rather bizarre! We quickly discovered it was a bunch of people rescuing sea turtles! Now, picking up baby sea turtles is really bad for their internal GPS. The alternative for these little guys, however, was much worse. Confusion had seen many of these turtles racing for the streetlights rather than the horizon. Some of these guys had flippered themselves several blocks from the beach—the wrong way!
Well, we wanted to see baby sea turtles! As unfortunate as the situation was for them, rescuing some of these little buggers was quite an experience. I've seen adult sea turtles, while out on the ocean and in recovery aquariums, but never before have I seen a hatchling. They're absolutely adorable, tiny things!
Needless to say, the rest of our walk shifted from the shoreline to the road. We rescued quite a few of the little buggers from the road, a park, and front lawns. No idea how the little fellas will fare out in the ocean, but I felt like a superhero giving them a second chance!
While this post doesn't really convey much about the town of Woodgate, it shares the incredible experience we had there. I do hope that my good deeds made up for what I let happen to the graekans...
Australia's southern coastline is decorated with stunning cliffs.
The Great Ocean Road, west of Melbourne, is a section of said coastline.
It frequently has flocks of tourists enjoying the beauty, while not
having to travel too far from Victoria's state capital, Melbourne.
The Twelve Apostles are the most well known—and photographed—section of the Great Ocean Road. After our tour of Tasmania, we decided to have a gander of the tourist hotspot ourselves. Of course, we took that mandatory selfie.
The
apostles themselves are limestone stacks. The roaring forties have
eroded this coastline over time, pounding the soft limestone, and
hollowing out caves which eventually blew out into arches. These arches
eventually gave way, leaving behind the pillars we see today.
Eventually, the powerful southern ocean will destroy the apostles.
Be
warned, visiting this place in the summer means it will be very busy. I
was quite surprised to see just how many tourists, from all over the
world, visit this location! It was a little ridiculous!
That said, it is pretty, and close to Melbourne. If you're planning a road-trip
along this stretch of road, and to the Twelve Apostles, I'd recommend
doing so in the winter. It should help you avoid the crowds.
Australia Day 2018 was our final full day in Tassie. We stayed with a mate, Brian, in Burnie, and when he heard that we hadn't yet visited Boat Harbour, we found ourselves off for one last Tassie adventure. Best of all, it was a snorkelling adventure!
Boat Harbour isn't even half an hour from Burnie; nice and close. Being Australia Day, on the coast, and a region that supports free camping, it wasn't a shock to see the main beach chock full of caravans tightly packed together!
While driving down the road that felt completely devoid of anywhere to park, Brian said something along the lines of, "The popular beach, isn't the good beach. We're going to the good beach."
Right down the end of the road, Brian parked comfortably in his spot. We grabbed our gear, said horoo to the girls—they wen't to the popular beach—and began climbing across the rocks to find a place to get in.
I'll admit, I couldn't keep up with Brian's long legs sending him leaping across the rocks like a flaming wallaby. So, I entered the water a little earlier.
The warm weather had the water feeling pretty good. Plenty of fish were swimming about, and I was enjoying just cruising along. Still, I had no idea where Brian had gotten to.
A few minutes later, Brian is calling out my name from atop the rocks, waving his arms about, and yelling some words I couldn't quite make out—except one: shark. Needless to say, this extravagant show of flailing limbs had me climbing out of the water pretty quick! I climbed across the rocks, making my way over to Brian's position, only to see him back in the water.
He had found a shark, alright. Several of them. The waving and yelling, however, had been fuelled with excitement, not worry. A school of Port Jackson sharks had been sleeping under a shallow overhang, and he had wanted me to hurry up with the camera! I've added a video, which you can view at the end of this post or by clicking here.
The den was pretty amazing. We took some snaps and tried to count how many there were. I think it was somewhere between ten and thirty, we couldn't be sure!
After one of the sharks woke from his slumber and began swimming around Brian with a hungry grin, we continued swimming further along to an old Aboriginal fish-trap. It was a pretty clever setup. Basically, they had built a rock wall in the shallows, which water goes over during high tide. When the tide goes back out, any fish that aren't quick enough to escape are caught. Easy dinner!
Snorkelling at Boat Harbour was a top way to finish our Tassie trip. So, that's it for our Tasmanian blog posts. I hope you've enjoyed our adventure over the island state—we sure enjoyed did.
As always, we look forward to our future adventures.
Happy Travels!
Between Ayr and Charters Towers lies the sleepy mining town of Ravenswood. After the gold rush in the mid-1800's, folks flocked to this area in search of the precious metal. By the early 1900's Ravenswood became a flourishing town.
Today, the place is a shadow of its glory years. There are still a few mines running, and the town thrives on winter tourism. Of the 48 hotels that once quenched the thirst of many a miner, only the Imperial and the Railway remain.
