Departing Stawell around 9.45am, we drove through Ararat, surrounded by farmlands dotted with sheep and cattle, very pretty countryside. Through Beaufort to Lake Burrumbeet, our planned stopped for the next few nights. The first warning bells started ringing when we noticed all the tyre re-treads littering the road verge, then the copious amounts of rubber laid along the entry road to the site. Lake Burrumbeet itself is quite picturesque, but also quite isolated and the road in very obviously used as a racetrack and burn out site for the locals.
Leaving Port Augusta the day was very hot and humid, and the Flinders Ranges so majestic, yet quite mystical in the morning light. A glider floated across the sky above the highway then landed in the flats alongside the railway line, (hope all was OK?). On the climb through Horrock’s Pass the change in flora to the statuesque river gums and surrounding farmland.
This morning we woke to misty rain and 16°C; what a change from yesterday. Derick laughed when I packed my drizabone but I well and truly needed it today. Derick bought a plastic poncho:).
It was time for us to move on; and with heavy hearts we said our goodbyes to Andy. We had decided to take the ferry from Sorrento to Queenscliff and what a great idea it turned out to be! Travelling on or before the 9am ferry meant the caravan travelled for half price; so all up we paid $109.50. The weather was grey and drizzly with fog and about 23°C. Arriving about 40 minutes prior to the ferry departure we were allocated our own lane.
We were looking forward to our next family reunion with Derick’s youngest son Andy and his wife Sharon at the beach house in Rosebud West. Derick refueled in Romsey (Diesel $1.339 excellent in comparison to Mandurah prices) then braced ourselves for the freeways and motorways to be traversed in our journey to the Mornington Peninsula. Along the way I txt Andy to let him know our progress; the reply we weren’t expecting was the news that they were literally in the middle of separating as Sharon had met someone else!!!!!
We spent the next few days supporting Andy through this devastating time in his life. I took this opportunity to take some photos of the beautifully renovated garden.
This morning we were wearing our rain coats; Derick manoeuvred the van around the stobie pole and between another tree, located to the right of the pole. Heavy rain and fog, meaning poor visibility through the Mount Lofty Ranges with wind gusts up to 61 kilometres an hour made for a challenging drive leaving Adelaide.
We refueled and ate lunch in Bordertown and then started to look for a camp for the night. Pink Lake and Lochiel were our first and second options, but both sites were right on the side of the road. There were a few caravan parks in Horsham; we decided on Wimmera Lakes which is outside town on the main road.
Today it was a train trip in the City for a wander around and some shopping. I have bought some clothes for Europe, probably spent too much money but that’s the way it is?!