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Published: October 24th 2015
After an eventful night, we were pleased to wake up the next morning to the sound of birds rather than revving engines. There is nothing wrong with revving engines of course, just everything in its right place.
We had a walk around the Knob Reserve and then headed off to Sale where we planned to ride the bikes along a bike track adjacent to the Sale Common, a wetlands Conservation Reserve. Unfortunately, we were thwarted yet again as Georgi's bike had another flat tyre. Having already agreed to have lunch with Melissa, we knew that we had run out of time to do this ride so we stacked the bikes back onto the rack and made a quick visit to Lenny's aunt and uncle. Lenny was particularly pleased to see Elaine and Cliff in such good health and, indeed, we were lucky to see Cliff as he was just about to travel to Melbourne where he would fly to New Zealand to visit his brother. Having promised to write and leaving an invitation for Elaine and Cliff to visit us in Hobart, we set off to visit Melissa and have lunch.
Renovations were still proceeding at Melissa's place, but
we had an excellent lunch and then chatted about family stuff as Melissa attempted to fill up the bus with boxes of stuff. We do expect to see Melissa, Steve and Regan at some stage, however, there always seems to be some project or business or some such getting in the way.
Again, we travelled down the South Gippsland Highway and we were lucky enough to see the Swing Bridge opened. The Swing Bridge was built in 1883 and, at that time, was the first movable bridge in Victoria. It has recently been repaired as part of the roadworks project to ensure access to Longford from Sale in times of flood.
After a few photos at the Swing Bridge, we pressed on towards Yarram and being lucky enough to see an echidna cross the highway right in front of us. Luckily, it made it across the road and was soon making its way through the bus. After an early dinner of fish and chips in Yarram, we started to think about where we might stay the night. There was an overnight site at Port Albert which seemed a bit too near and Wilsons Promontory seemed a little bit
too far to aim for, so we were pleased to find that the Camps book had a site in Foster where we could stay the night.
We drove through the towns of Welshpool and Toora and I pointed out the mountains of "The Prom" to Georgi as we got closer. We arrived in Foster at dusk, only to find a "No Camping" sign where we planned to camp. What a nuisance. There were very few places between Foster and Tidal River (the capital of the Prom) that we could legally camp at so we decided to run the risk of hitting an animal and trying to get to Tidal River that night. Given that school holidays were now finished, it was a safe bet that Tidal River would have plenty of available space for us to camp.
And so we pushed on, seeing the odd hopper (that luckily kept out of our way) and even a few wombats, until finally, we reached the Wilsons Promontory Park entrance. Now, we knew that we only had another 30 kilometres to travel. We were slowed, by the conditions (up and down) and the likely impact of wildlife and it seemed that
we would never reach Tidal River, but we did finally reach the little township quite late at night. We read the latecomers advice in the Parks office window and discovered that there was now internet access at Tidal River. Previously there was no internet available but now that all accommodation bookings were required to be made online it made sense that internet was a necessity.
We made our booking and found a quiet spot to bed down.
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