The Tassie ferry landed us in Melbourne about 6:30 AM on November 14, and as soon as we could get rolling we blasted north out of the city on the M31 freeway. Our plan for the day was to get as close to Mt. Kosciuszko as possible, in order to make the hike to the summit the next day.
This flooded valley is the Lake Hume reservior, near Tallangatta. In the 50's, the town of Tallangatta had to be relocated as the reservior filled. For some reason, many of these drowned trees are still standing.
Here is one of the best examples of a typical Aussie pickup, on the highway.
These flatbeds are apparently easy to convert for various uses, and often are equipped with racks and canvas canopies. Most are real simple ranch trucks, in galvanized steel. This sweet diamond-plate aluminum unit was the nicest one we saw.
Our first look at the Snowy Mountains National Park, and the Mt. Kosciuszko massif. There were still patches of snow on the highest places.
A Blue-tongued lizard, another traffic victim.
You don't get many chances to ride an emu, eh?
When I asked about the fishing in Tasmania, the men said, "Oh yeah, there's great trout down there..."
Not being fisherfolk, we just relaxed. And how else to really relax, when the grass seems to be crawling with little ants, than to simply elevate your position?
Our shortcut ride to the alpine zone.
From the top of the lift, at 6100', we started our hike to the highest point on the Australian continent.
The route gets a lot of traffic (when it's not covered in snow), so the park folks have constructed a pathway to protect the tundra for the entire four miles to the summit. It starts out as paving stones, but the majority of the trail is a raised steel grating.
We walked across a small stream, the headwaters of the famous Snowy River.
As we neared the highest ground, snow covered some patches of the trail.
Sue hikes the last bit to the top. The altitude did not seem to create any problems for us.
Here is a SPOT check-in link I created at the summit. Click it to open a Google map. You can zoom in or out, look at the map view, a satellite view, or terrain to see the contour lines.
How could I not try a boot ski off the top of Australia?
(Click the arrow)
Looking down from the top of the ski lift on Thredbo Village.
I decided to run down the hill and save $7 (Australian).
I surprised myself by doing it much faster than the speed of the lift. Sue had joked about saving me a beer at the camper, so I met her at the bottom holding a cold one!
Here is the road sign warning us to watch out for emus (we didn't see any that day). This was the last picture we took in our collection of Aussie road signs.
From the Snowy Mts., we drove up towards Sydney, with just one more day to get the van cleaned up for return to the outfit and to get ourselves packed to fly home. We stopped in Cambelltown to post a couple of boxes in the mail, and to get on the internet for a bit. Strangely, we stumbled into the same downtown hole-in-the-wall internet spot we had been at some four weeks earlier, completely by accident, from the opposite direction. We did not even remember Campbelltown; it was rather bizarre to realize we had made a huge circle.
We spent the afternoon near Bondi Beach in Sydney, then headed for a camper park we found on the net that seemed close to the airport. While we were trying to follow the city driving directions we had printed, we drove into a huge thunderstorm and managed to get lost in the heavy rain. I pulled out of the traffic to try to get my bearings and avoid the scary lightning, and we were amazed to find ourselves right on top of the park! Another incredible break on a weird day.
The lady at the park told us to that we were just minutes away from the camper van garage (which we really didn't realize), so we could then relax about the last day's connections. We washed the van the next morning, got packed, and drove the van to the shop. They were pleased with the condition of the camper and gave us our entire deposit back! A short cab ride to the airport and we were ready to go. We thought...
After the normal check-in and boarding process, we got onto our jet, and then sat and waited. There was a malfunction, an extended delay, the air got very warm, then another malfunction, the plane got hotter, we sat there without moving for over three hours. I had to pour their cold water down my shirt in order to survive. Finally we were allowed to go back into the terminal and were given drink vouchers (some people used them for food). Long story short, we finally blasted off and made the long flight to Los Angeles (coming back towards the east, we gained back the calendar day we had lost on the way over, so after fourteen hours of flying, we arrived in LA "earlier" than we left Sydney). Due to the delayed flight, we missed our next connection, but it all worked out eventually and we were only about an hour late getting to Anchorage. The weather was cold and clear and it felt wonderful! Jeanie and baby Jonas picked us up, we all spent the night at Marcia's and drove to Seward the next day; home on November 18.
Jonas (12 weeks old) and his Mormor
What a great trip, wonderful times. I still dream about Australia nearly every night. Our tans are fading, but the memories will last forever.
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