Today both Dan the van (as sailing vessels are always female and this is my land sailing vessel Dan is short for Daniele) and I performed well today, details to follow.
The morning started pretty well as usual with a walk along the boundary fence of the sports ground and the usual activities. Also as usual I was last to leave the camp not counting the one couple who were staying for the day. I was making tracks for Armidale when I noticed a sign to Lookout Point and as I had been told that this had a good view over the surrounding countryside I turned onto the road as per the sign post.
The road turned out to be 15km long unsealed except for about five hundred metres at the start and about fifteen hundred metres at the end. As usual for a hill climbing road it had lots of bends and unusually for an unsealed road was quite okay. So Dan the van climbed her way up to the lookout which is 1569 metres, or thereabouts, above sea level. Good work Dan. Then I walked 600 metres each way to the lookout and now I run out of superlatives. The view was just magnificent, even more than yesterday’s valley, in fact yesterday’s valley is not anywhere near this view in beauty and spectacle. There are green trees hills stretching as far into the distance as one can see, the hills or I guess mountains turn to blue in the far distance. Hence the blue mountains. It is a canvas covered with peaks, valleys and trees and seen from a tremendous height. I naturally took a few photographs and spent a little while just standing there and trying to absorb it all.
Leaving there I continued towards Armidale stopping at a waterfall called the Wolombinbi (I hope that I got that correct) which I had been told was dry. It was noticeable that after I left Ebor, where I camped last night, that the land was much dryer and that I was moving into drought affected countryside.
The walk from the van to the falls lookout was 1700 metres each way of fairly tiring walking up and down several times generally moving higher so that was my being a good boy for the day. When I got to the lookout the falls were indeed dry but, once again, the view was spectacular and well worth the walk.
Then on to Armidale where I attended to a few matters like shopping etc. Then on to my camp for the night which is at a member stop over, being that a CMCA member makes their place available for other members to stay overnight. It is a great scheme and my hosts tonight are very nice people who have basically just shown me the spot, had a chat and left me alone. I am a bit pooped anyway today so that suits me fine. It is a 150acre farm running a few cattle, a couple of horses (which they use for show) and they do a few other things to keep the money coming in. They are also really praying for year as they have not had had any useful rain for three years.
The morning started pretty well as usual with a walk along the boundary fence of the sports ground and the usual activities. Also as usual I was last to leave the camp not counting the one couple who were staying for the day. I was making tracks for Armidale when I noticed a sign to Lookout Point and as I had been told that this had a good view over the surrounding countryside I turned onto the road as per the sign post.
The road turned out to be 15km long unsealed except for about five hundred metres at the start and about fifteen hundred metres at the end. As usual for a hill climbing road it had lots of bends and unusually for an unsealed road was quite okay. So Dan the van climbed her way up to the lookout which is 1569 metres, or thereabouts, above sea level. Good work Dan. Then I walked 600 metres each way to the lookout and now I run out of superlatives. The view was just magnificent, even more than yesterday’s valley, in fact yesterday’s valley is not anywhere near this view in beauty and spectacle. There are green trees hills stretching as far into the distance as one can see, the hills or I guess mountains turn to blue in the far distance. Hence the blue mountains. It is a canvas covered with peaks, valleys and trees and seen from a tremendous height. I naturally took a few photographs and spent a little while just standing there and trying to absorb it all.
Leaving there I continued towards Armidale stopping at a waterfall called the Wolombinbi (I hope that I got that correct) which I had been told was dry. It was noticeable that after I left Ebor, where I camped last night, that the land was much dryer and that I was moving into drought affected countryside.
The walk from the van to the falls lookout was 1700 metres each way of fairly tiring walking up and down several times generally moving higher so that was my being a good boy for the day. When I got to the lookout the falls were indeed dry but, once again, the view was spectacular and well worth the walk.
Then on to Armidale where I attended to a few matters like shopping etc. Then on to my camp for the night which is at a member stop over, being that a CMCA member makes their place available for other members to stay overnight. It is a great scheme and my hosts tonight are very nice people who have basically just shown me the spot, had a chat and left me alone. I am a bit pooped anyway today so that suits me fine. It is a 150acre farm running a few cattle, a couple of horses (which they use for show) and they do a few other things to keep the money coming in. They are also really praying for year as they have not had had any useful rain for three years.
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