The Spirit of Tasmania has whisked us safely across the Bass Strait from Melbourne and we find ourselves camping in a little village resembling something out of a remote corner of the Mediterranean. A relatively short drive from the ferry found us in a camp spot that fronts the shoreline, where the water colour is brilliant pale blue and the houses in the village are all painted blue to match. Photos don’t do it justice but the area we drove around locally is very photogenic, with flower farms (daffodils, tulips, pyrethrum daisies, lighthouses, craggy cliff-faces. We even found a tree stump with a snow white and seven dwarves sitting on it beside the road. We also encountered our first big icon today – The Big Penguin in a town called Penguin.
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Photographic farewell to Wilsons Promontory
As we bid farewell to Wilsons Promontory and Tidal River campground some final photos from our enjoyable experience there.
Let us know if you have any challenges for us on our trip – bear in mind we all have to be able to complete them.
Tidal River, Wilsons Promontory
Back at the campsite the wildlife has been going berserk. The kids finally crashed after the marathon walk and we sat out to watch the sun set and enjoy a well earned cuppa. Within seconds crimson rosellas descended upon Amanda, playing a tactical game where one posed prettily, whilst its partner walked around biting toes and ankles. As soon as they departed the armies of wombats started emerging from the bushes. Across the whole campsite they emerge in hordes, munching their way through the undergrowth, even checking out eskies for any quick snacks.
Fifty Toes complete the first challenge
Our good friends Pete and Zoe set us the challenge to go to the four compass point extremities of the mainland. South Point is the most southerly. From the Telegraph Saddle car park it is a tough 16km walk to the Roaring Meg campsite then another 3.7km to South Point from there. The kids carried their sleeping bags and 3kg of water in their packs and off we went. The first few kilometres flew by (it was mostly downhill), but as we started climbing the hill approaching Halfway Hut little (and big) legs started slowing in the heat of a beautiful day. A brief stop at Halfway hut before continuing the climb. The last few km through heathland and down into the forest at Roaring Meg were a pleasure, though a few too many snakes were spotted for my liking (nearly trod on one myself). We set up camp at Roaring Meg, dropped the packs and continued the descent to South Point. There we were welcomed by a calm crystal cobalt blue ocean, the waves lapping gently up the rocks. Hannah got to pose with her favourite dog (toy one) who was smuggled into the park and my pack.
After an hour or so there we trudged back to camp completing almost 24km in a day, with barely a complaint from the kids. Despite mild conditions there was a distinct wintery atmosphere inside one of the tents in the morning as my goosedown sleeping bag continued its fatal rupture. One sneeze (and there were many) unleashed a snowdome effect.
The return trip was slower and sore but the kids made it with flying colours and much enticement with muesli bars and the promise of treats at the end.
We think that was the hardest of the 4 compass points and 40km in two days for kids aged 6,7, and 9 was pretty impressive.
Wilsons Promontory, Victoria
Setting up for the first challenge we arrived in pretty frosty conditions at Tidal River, Wilsons Promontory. With over 450 camping spots we weren’t sure what to expect but as soon as dusk arrives wombats appear from everywhere, and seemingly oblivious to the campers. They walked straight through a game of football the kids were having – needless to say play halted to watch the spectacle. Rosellas abound and there are hundreds of cuttlefish all washed up on all the beaches. We had to go to Squeaky Beach and yes it does! Big bold boulders abound everywhere you look, even at the peak of Mt Oberon that overlooks the campground
We also took the opportunity to try out the trailer awning – it’s huge!
More from Croajingolong NP
The kids experienced a good old campfire enjoying toasted marshmallows for dessert. The smoke helped ward off the mosquitos, who were competing with the march flies for any exposed skin. Oscar suffered the worst, but everyone’s ankles were bitten by the morning.
Yadboro flats
Driving on from Pigeon House mountain we stopped at Yadboro flats by the Clyde river. The road had just been graded so everything was covered in dust. After the exhausting climb in the heat cooling off in the river was the best end to the day. Next morning we were up at 6am looking for wombats and found one scrambling around the river bank 50m from the camp. Then we found an ornate satin bower bird building it’s display bower, intricately decorated with blue objects and yellow flowers. A great place that we could have stayed longer at.
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