The outlook to the Great Western Tiers, a mountain formation that stretches across Tassie, were massive. The sheer cliff faces and rock formations that jut out were magical to see as we headed for them hoping we did not have to drag the van up them. Well we did. Steady, steady.
The countryside between Deloraine and the top of the range reflected rolling hills and green countryside with sheep and cows. Very pretty. Once we reached the top of the mountains it changed to very rocky, not quite as pretty but the views down into the valleys were spectacular.
We stopped at one pullover spot and got some great photos and then stopped again just down the road at a lookout and got some more. To one side of us we could just look almost straight up and see the rock faces high above us.
We turned off to Liffey Falls and took the one lane forestry track, shared by logging trucks, and hoped we didn’t come across a truck because we weren’t sure who was going to give way. We got to one intersection and it said caravans had to turn left, so we did. Got to the next intersection and chose to turn right. As we progressed the road got steeper and steeper and narrower and narrower. Needless to say we found a place to turn around and got out of there very quickly.
We also stopped randomly on the downside of the range and took photos standing in front of really big trees where the trunk was hollow; big enough to stand inside the tree.
We progressed towards The Great Lakes, basically in the middle of Tasmania. The countryside was not as spectacular as before the top of the range but rather barron and rocky. Apparently snow falls in this area and along the road were many “shacks” which were old, mostly corrugated iron, sheds, with no power that people use as holiday houses; while it was cute it did resemble shandy town.
We pulled up at a boat ramp and had a cuppa and then went back to the Great Lakes Pub where they did fish, chips and salad for $5.00, so we splurged and bought lunch. Not too bad either.
We left there and found a place called Kempton where there was a cheap camp, $10 per night. Had nice hot showers, toilet, playground and bbqs. While we missed out on one of the three powered sites the boys plugged their laptops into the power points under the gazebo.
We met people from Gin Gin there and they were on their last legs of the trip and offered many suggestions of things to see in Tassie.
Kempton was a one street town. Very, very old. Most of the buildings were built around 1839 and many had information plaques on the fence to tell you about the building; exactly what I like. Rod and I went for a walk down the main street and read and looked at the buildings. Yes John, there are many photos of buildings.
We packed up and left in the morning not realising we were only 40km out of Hobart.
PHOTOS: Great Lakes and Kempton
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