Day 7 - Albany to Alexandra Bridge

Wednesday 8th February 2017

 

Distance driven  402 km     Total -  3927

 

Albany – Pemberton – Alexandra Bridge

 

We had a bit of a lie-in this morning as we have covered the bulk of the miles to Perth already, leaving ourselves a bit of time to see some of the south-west corner of the country.  So we didn’t get up until 7, then had breakfast and long, leisurely showers in the camp amenities which were very clean and had lashings of hot water.  Before leaving, we emptied the grey tank and filled up with fresh water. 

 

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Our stop beside the King River (behind the trees!)

 

We headed south from the campsite to the peninsula south-west of Albany to Tondirrup National Park.  Some 1350 million years ago, Australia and Antarctica collided, joining together for almost 1300 million years.  This is recorded in the rocks in the Torndirrup NP, which were formed as a consequence of the collision.  The rock, Granodiorite and Gneiss, were formed many kilometres below the surface under extreme temperatures and pressures.  The collision caused the Earth’s crust to crumple, causing an extensive mountain belt to form.  Weathering and erosion have long removed its lofty peaks, but its mountain ‘roots’ remain and today form the geological foundations of most of the south coast.

 

We went first to The Gap, a spot where the ocean thunders into a gap in the cliffside,  which can be viewed from a recently constructed platform jutting out from the cliff edge.  People have visited this spot for a long time, but the rocks at the cliff edge are unstable making it dangerous to get a good view.  So the platform was designed so that it sits on a fulcrum base back from the edge on the stable rock, and extends on five stainless steel arms out over the water.  It can apparently take the weight of four fully grown African elephants – though why the designer thought elephants would be using it is a mystery!

 

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The platform is 37.1 metres above sea level and extends almost 11 metres from the fulcrum out over the sea. No elephants here today.

 

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30mm diameter rock anchors hold the beams in place and are fixed up to 9 metres down into stable rock. 

 

It was scary!  The platform moves up and down as you walk on it, and the wind was blowing quite hard into the bargain.  Steve had a quick look and then found something far more interesting to look at back on terra firma...  I loved watching the waves crashing and breaking against the rocks, and could have stayed there all day, but eventually the wind got the better of me and I retreated into the sunshine to warm up.

 

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Looking down into The Gap at the forces of nature.  Awesome.

 

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Presumably this was once a fault or crack in the cliff face which has widened as the action of the waves erodes the sides.

 

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Still pictures cannot convey the roaring sounds that accompanied the waves as they broke onto the rocks.  It was exhilarating.

 

Not far from The Gap was Natural Bridge, an example of the waves cutting into the cliffs and leaving a natural arch.

 

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The view along the coast to the west.                                                                     Natural Bridge.

 

We then drove a little further onto the peninsula to see and hear the blowholes.  We followed the signs downhill to the end of a long made-up path which deposited us on a rocky foreshore.  We looked around for signs of blowholes, but nothing was obvious.  Certainly no wet rocks to show where the sea erupted from the rock.  We stood a while and as we were about to make our way back to the van, assuming they were not blowing today, a tremendous roar nearly knocked us off our feet!  We were standing right beside a blowhole without realising, all our previous experience of blowholes involving a spray of water as well as a gust of air.  It roared a few times more, a hollow and somehow eerie sound, before settling back into silence – no doubt ready to catch the next visitors by surprise too.

 

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On the path down to the blowholes.                                       The view from the peninsula towards the west.

 

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The blowholes – we weren’t sure of their actual location, until they blew – made us jump a mile in the air!

 

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Going back up the path, it was interesting to see these smooth boulders on one side, and this rough one on the other.

 

Back at the van it was time to head into town for a look round.  Albany is a good-sized town, probably the biggest we have seen since leaving Adelaide and it was very busy.  Like Esperance, it was clean and pleasant with a prosperous and looked-after feel to it, with older buildings that spoke of its history.

 

The British Government ordered a settlement to be founded here in 1826, in part to prevent the French establishing a hold on the Australian Continent, but mainly because of growing dissatisfaction with the convict settlement at Port Macquarie in New South Wales.  In November of that year, the brig Amity sailed from Sydney with a party of 23 convicts, mostly tradesmen, 18 rank and file soldiers, 3 officers, a surgeon and a storekeeper, with stores for six months, including sheep and pigs.  This was the first European settlement of Western Australia.  From 1834 new settlers began to arrive and develop agricultural and pastoral holdings.  For 178 years of its history, whaling was important for the town, and its whaling station was the last one in Australia to close in 1978.

 

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The London Hotel, built in 1909.                                                                                 Albany Town Hall, 1888, the first civic building built.

 

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Replica of the brig Amity which brought convicts here from Sydney in 1826.

 

There was so much to see in this history-rich town that it deserved a good few days to do it justice, and we just didn’t have the time.  It is said you should always leave a place with a reason to come back, and exploring Albany is certainly on that list.  Another time.

 

We headed off out of town, stopping for a cheeky burger – early lunch - at Macca’s on the way.  We were now driving into the south-west wilderness, an area of tall Karri trees, and were making our way through the forest towards Pemberton and the Gloucester Tree.   During the 1930’s and 40’s, a series of fire lookouts were constructed in the top of a few very tall Karri trees.  They were a way of spotting forest fires.  The Gloucester Tree was chosen as a fire lookout in 1947, and was named after the then Governor-General of Australia, HRH the Duke of Gloucester, who was visiting Pemberton as the lookout was being built.  Today visitors can climb the 53 meters to the lookout at the top via 153 pegs, which were originally wooden, but are now metal. 

 

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A very different outlook from the road now as it wound its way through Karri forest.

 

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The lookout in the top of the Gloucester Tree.                                     The first 8 pegs, another 145 to go to the top.

 

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We both climbed the first few pegs, and decided that was probably high enough!

 

We were surprised to discover that the tree could be climbed by anybody, and without safety lines.  Officially one is meant to buy a climbing permit, but the tree is just there, in the forest, unattended.

 

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The pegs spiral around the tree trunk.                                         Steve gives some idea of the height of the tree.

 

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I just had to give it a hug!                                                            Be warned!

 

There were several walks of varying lengths into the surrounding forest, so we chose a short one and went for a tramp in the woods.  Karri trees are a variety of eucalypt native to the wetter regions of this south-west corner of Australia.  Proper name Eucalyptus diversicolor, the karri grows to 90 metres in height and has a very straight trunk that has no branches until high up in the tree.  For most of the year the bark is pale grey, but at the start of winter the bark is shed revealing shades of orange and pink for a few months.

 

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Deciding which track to walk.                                                                                     Always sad to see a tree that’s been felled.  We wondered why.

 

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I asked Steve to give it perspective -  he hugged it!                            The camper van dwarfed by karri trees.

 

By the time we got back to the van it was almost 5 o’clock, so we had a quick cuppa and then got back on the road to cover a few more kilometres towards Margaret River before finding somewhere to spend the night.  Wikicamps showed  a campsite beside a river at Alexandra Bridge, just over an hour’s drive away, and we enjoyed an early evening drive through the forest, arriving at the campground around 6.30.  There were plenty of spaces available, and we chose one with plenty of room for the van.  A council-run campsite, the facilities were very limited, with just two toilets (which were at least flushing!) and one outdoor cold shower.  We could see no rubbish bins anywhere, and there was no power.  So it wasn’t as good as the free rest stops we had stayed at, but there was a charge of $10 per adult per night.  We left our $20 in the honesty box, but thought it over-priced for what was basically somewhere to park for the night.

 

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Google maps to show today’s drive.