To Bonorong
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Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 30 Jan 2016 23:17
To
Bonorong
![]() We jumped up at the crack of sparrows
for the longish journey from Strahan to Bonorong Wildlife
Sanctuary – our camp just ten minutes further on. We knew the road would
be a wiggly one, but not quite so mountainous.
![]() All began pretty
flat.
![]() Approaching Queenstown, the relics of mining became the scenery.
![]() Not a soul
about at ten o’clock.
![]() ![]() The Galley
Museum and opposite the Miners
siding.
![]() ![]() Miners and War
Memorials.
![]() ![]() Queenstown
Station – our destination on our Wilderness train journey. The Empire Hotel opposite. Later, we met someone who was
born in the town, “Oh, yes, a soulless ghost town since the mines closed”. How
very sad.
![]() ![]() We left Queenstown and shortly the wicked witch told us things were now going to be wiggly
– and steep.
![]() Just around the
next bend was the Queenstown Lookout, we stopped and found so many
interesting information boards.
![]() ![]() The puddle next to
Mabel showing so much iron in the water. The metal sheet a memory of mining
![]() The view over
Queenstown, tiny in the distance.
![]() I had Bear cross the road and pose to
show I haven’t messed with the amazing colours of the
roadside.
![]() Nice to see a
waterfall.
![]() ![]() Our next stop was at Blow Hole Lookout.
![]() The colour of the
rocks was even more outstanding.
![]() We looked back at
this incredible lookout just as one camper van turned up.
![]() A way down the hill we passed a memorial to lost miners.
![]() Heading toward
water. No trees on the slopes.
![]() ![]() Our last look up at the barren mining land and through Linda
Valley.
![]() Over Bradshaw Bridge.
![]() We crossed the Nive River.
![]() Massive hydro-electric water pipes to the turbines.
![]() ![]() The water
pipes stayed with us for a far few miles.
![]() We loved the sign
to Laughing Jack Lagoon.
![]() ![]() ![]() Woodland,
rolling hills and the odd village.
![]() ![]() Glen Clyde
House, we could indeed have been in the Lowlands of Scotland.
![]() ![]() Much flatter
scenery.
![]() ![]() The ‘crowded’
road took us past the Gretna Green
Hotel.
![]() The final stretch of road was beside
the Derwent River.
![]() A fine rig
just before we turned into the park.
ALL IN ALL A REALLY
INTERESTING JOURNEY
A SURPRISING AMOUNT OF
MINING |