Showing posts with label Mt Wellington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mt Wellington. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Tasmania 2018 - Day 9

DAY 9


Tasmania Day 4


We were awoken by a knock on the door, it was still dark. I answered and Doug said its time to go. The thick curtains don't let any light into the room and it was almost 9am. Shit we both had a quick shower and got ready to roll out. I was feeling a little seedy this morning and tired, a sign of a good nightout. Bruce had left us early this morning to meet his wife for a few days before meeting us back at the ship in Devonport on Sunday, so that left just five of us now.

Flyboy gave us the pro tip on somewhere nearby to get some breakfast, to which we accidentally stumbled upon whilst we were looking for something else. Thanks bro the Dome in Sandybay had a fantastic breakfast and not too expensive.

After that we topped up the fuel tanks and made our way up to Mt Wellington on the Huon Road. Just before the turn off up the mountain there was a car rolled onto its side blocking our side of the road. I stopped to check if every one was ok. Two young guys probably backpacking, both with sheepish looks on their faces, but both were ok. Looks like it only happen within the last 5 minutes.

The road to the top was a lot rougher than I remember it being and there was quite a bit of traffic on the way up today. It's a very narrow road that winds its way to the top where there is a large car park with views all over Hobart and much of the Island.


R1 above the clouds

It's selfie time

The Pinnacle is only 1270m high but this mountain can quite often be covered in snow, it's even been known to snow up there in summer. Hobart is about the same latitude as Christchurch so it's quite a long way south. We climbed up on to the Peak of the mountain and Doug got this cool shot of us.

Band of Brothers



Hobart



The Pinnacle


On the way back down I wanted to stop and take a picture on the road going down, similar to the picture my brother took some 15 years earlier. They aren't exactly the same but its pretty close with out planning it, even the conditions looked the same with low cloud.

2015 R1 and me overlooking Hobart - 2018
2000 R1 and me overlooking Hobart - 2003

Coming back down the mountain now when we got to the bottom the Police had blocked to road to remove the car that was rolled over. The fire brigade were hosing down the road, we only waited 3-4 minutes before we got through. We headed out through Hobart and out the other side towards New Norfolk. Somehow I was in the lead again as we rode out the Lyell Highway.

I was following the signs to Strahan as there would be a turn off somewhere soon to Strathgordon. We passed a couple of signs saying National Park, I didn't know where or what that was so I continued on and we got to the town of Ouse, Doug said lets get some coffee. There didn't seem to be be much in this town, but I had that funny feeling in the back of my head that something was wrong. My spidey sense was tingling.

Whipping out my phone and checking the map I saw that we had gone past the turn off. 

"How is that possible" I said to Doug, "Did you see any signs saying Strathgordon?" 
"Nope" he offered, he didn't either. I hadn't bothered to check the road number which was the B61. It was the one that was sign posted National Park and we had missed both turn offs to it. Lucky for us Ouse was only 8km past the last turn off so we turned around and headed back. 

This little navigation error reminded me of the problems we had in New Zealand last year, with poor signage. Someone yelled out "Who's navigating here?" To which both me and Doug said "Not me". I may have been riding at the front, but it doesn't mean I was the leader. He was sitting behind me.

As it turned out we came down the Ellendale road which was a fantastic piece of road, with lots of sweeping bends over hills and a smattering of twisties thrown in here and there. We crossed the Derwent River here again, the surface of the water was almost a mirror finish.


We stopped in Westerway for fuel and one of the worst coffee's I had in years. It was just an instant coffee from a packet. Pro tip: Don't buy coffee from Westerway roadhouse it's shit. It's about 105km from here to Gordon dam, so that's a 210km round trip so if your planning on coming this way make sure you fill up and your bike is capable of this distance, VTR rides be warned.

We stopped of at the National Park Hotel which we are staying at tonight. It's really just a little pub in the middle of nowhere. We got our rooms sorted and then took our luggage off the bikes so we would have a better ride. It was about 2:40pm by the time we set of for the Gordon River Dam.

Most of the road along here for the first 60km of this road was sweeping corners with some tighter stuff thrown in through dense forest that came right up to the side of the road. Speeds weren't that fast and there was always the presence of road kill. The first 40km of the road was quite rough as well and could do with some resurfacing, but the cost probably outweighs the amount of people using it. 

It was one of those roads that really put me on edge with most bends not sign posted, not knowing what was going to come up next, and whether or not something may jump out suddenly. 

It took about 45 minutes to travel that 60kms when the road suddenly opened up with huge views of mountains and lakes and rolling plains.We stopped a few times along he to take in the views and some photo's. As the road opened up the speeds increased as well.



Riding along this section I started to enjoy the road a lot more and it was a lot smoother as well. Speeds increased along this section as well. We come alongside a large lake, Lake Pedder. Well what I thought was large. As it turns out is was just a small inlet to the lake that actually sat behind the hill which was 100's times the size of the bit we could see.


Lake Pedder


We continued on into Strathgordon which took about another 20mins so all up about an hour to get the 82kms. There isn't really much there at all, a motel and a couple of houses was about it. There was a little cabana on the side of the road with the remains of a tree trunk underneath. 

It was a Huon Pine that was salvaged in 1975. On the bottom of the trunk was a plaque. The CSIRO had determined that the age of the tree at the time it was cut down it was 2200 years old and was 8 metres at it girth. That is one big tree, I wonder how tall it would have been.




From here it was only a short run up to the dam wall about 12 km's or so. It was a roller coaster ride along between the rugged hills and lakes. The road surface along here deteriorated a bit compared to the last section, I touched the road surface with my hand and the rocks on the road were very sharp, that's why the tyres are wearing fast. The road was also quite bumpy the last 12kms to the dam. 

As you come into the Dam on the right hand side and below the road is the Gordon hydro electric Power Station, a few corners on you come to the end of the road at the Dam itself. 


Book Me





Just as we arrived at the end of the road I saw a helicopter fly over head and land on the top of the mountain just above us, it looked like a rescue helicopter. About 10 minutes later it flew off again to the west. The views over the dam were spectacular to say the least. We didn't walk down over the wall, we could have but didn't really have time for that it was after 4pm already. No one wanted to be riding back on this road through the tree's getting close to dusk.


Gordon River Dam
The Gordon River Dam was built back in 1974 for the purpose of generating hydroelectric power. The dam is a double curvature concrete arch dam 140m tall and is the largest in Tasmania and fifth largest in Australia. Lake Gordon is the largest lake in Australia holding 12 million megalitres. A impressive sight indeed. If you come to Tassie make sure you don't miss this, the place is stunningly beautiful.


Dam Selfie

Here's a video of the road to the Gordon River Dam. Enjoy.


It's a dead end road this one so we turned around and made our way back. On the ride back we didn't stop for photo's and now we had a bit of an idea of the road condition and any surprise decreasing radius corners so we could ride it a little quicker.

The last 40km's of road back out to National Park was pretty rough as I'd mentioned earlier and now I was getting tired and I was getting a pounding. I'd slowed down a little near the end because it was starting to hurt a bit as the others disappeared ahead. We didn't get back to the pub until about 5:30pm, just as I pulled into the car park I saw a cute girl behind a car out of view from the pub but in full view of me. She was standing there in her bra and Thong hurriedly getting dressed. I thought I was going to trowel into the parked cars and bikes as I came into the carpark a little hot and then couldn't comprehend braking whilst checking out the cute girl in her underpants. The things you see when on holidays in the country.

Getting back to my room I was rooted and just lay on the bed for about 15 minutes in my gear before I could get up and get ready to go have a beer. This is the only failing riding a sportsbike, on rough roads they tend to give you a hammering especially when you are 9 days into a ride. My ass was sore but nothing 10 beers couldn't fix.

Beers and Bikes




Surprisingly the pub had quite a few people in for a friday night considering it was in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. There wasn't much around for miles in any direction. Look like a lot of locals had come out as well as a few tourist that are making their way around tassie.

We sat outside near the bikes and had beers whilst talking about the trip it was a great way to unwind after today's ride and spectacular scenery. Someone pointed out my chain was loose, and on inspection it was pretty loose. It wasn't loose when I left home, I checked it. Nothing I can do without any tools, but it wasn't too bad.

On the dinner menu they had a meal called the Meat Mountain. Stu manned up for the big challenge. To eat the Meat Mountain. When it came out  that's all it was, a mountain of meat and chips, no salad in sight. He smile with great delight at finishing off the meat mountain.

It wasn't as late a night as the previous night as most of us were pretty buggered from the night before and the big ride today but we did enjoy a few drinks before retiring for the night..


Today's Map Reference


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Touring Tassie Part 2 of 4

DAY 3
We left our accommodation at Eagle Hawk Neck and went down to a small place called Port Arthur.
To those non Australian readers, Port Arthur was one of Australia's toughest prisons back in the convict days from 1833, up until its last prisoner was shipped out in 1877. There are still many of the prison buildings including the asylum and some of the original Chapel's built at the time still standing. You can still walk through all of these old buildings and look at the cells. It would have been hell to be locked up here.  These days Port Arthur is a must see tourist attraction and I'd highly recommend it to anyone in the area to visit and see the rich history of this place.

Flyboy in front of Prison
Us at Port Arthur Overlooking the back of the Prison



Above is looking across the field at the old prison complex. The prison used to house the most hardened criminals that were shipped out from England. There were only 2 ways into Port Arthur which was by boat or the 30m wide peninsula at Eagle Hawk Neck connecting the mainland which was fenced and guarded by soldiers, man traps and half-starved dogs. Back then most of the convicts couldn't swim either making this really hard to escape from,  a real hell hole.


Chapel on hilltop
View back up towards the entrance


It wasn't exactly easy or pleasant walking around most of the day in full motorcycle leathers and gear, carrying helmets etc not to mention getting a few queer looks from other tourists, but it was all good and I was very happy to have that comfortable R1 seat to rest on for the trip into Hobart.

Just off the shore line in the harbour is a very small island called the Isle of the Dead. Some 1200+ people including prisoners are said to be buried on this island. Very surprising that they could fit that many people on such a small island really.
View of Carnarvon Bay at Port Arthur Bay


Australia's Darkest Hour
Unfortunately Port Arthur was also the scene of one of the worst mass murders of our time known as the Port Arthur Massacre. On Sunday 28th April 1996 a lone gunman Martin Bryant walked into the Broad Arrow Cafe, and opened fire killing 20 and wounding 12 others within. He went outside shooting at others in the area before holing up in a nearby house where the police finally captured him. The final toll of that fateful day was 35 dead and 21 wounded.

The Broad Arrow cafe has since been pulled down and is now just an outer shell with a reflection pool at the back and lush gardens surrounding it.

Broad Arrow Cafe Remains

Cafe remains and reflection pond



I did not know how I would feel visiting this place after what had happened 7 years earlier. It was very quiet and somber. There were several other people here to. Nobody said a word. You could hear the birds in the tree's and the the wind blowing it was that quiet. Looking into the reflection pool and seeing the wreath for the victims was a very sad moment. Even 2 years ago when I was here again with the family I'd felt exactly the same.

Memorial wreath in the reflection pond
From Port Arthur we headed into Hobart the capital city of Tasmania for our accommodation for the night and to look around at the city's sights. Hobart is a very picturesque place and is the second oldest city in Australia. Hobart sits on the mouth of the Derwent River which see's the finish of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht race every year which starts on boxing day. Hobart is also over shadowed by Mt Wellington that towers over the city and is visible for miles around. It is 1,271 metres (4,170 ft) high and it can even snow up here in summer.

DAY 4 
We spent most of the next day riding around the City and outer suburbs of Hobart. We took a ride up to Mount Wellington which over looks the city of Hobart. As we got to the top we found that it was covered in cloud and you couldn't see very far at all. So to get a good photo we had to come back down. We came back up here the next day but forgot to bring the camera. The views were a lot clearer then. D'oh.

The summit - Mt Wellington
View from Pinnacle Road overlooking Hobart
The above photo is also one of my all time favourite pics of me, my bike and Hobart in the background. I didn't even know Flyboy was taking one but I am glad he did. Thanks Bro and no still no royalty cheques. We also took a ride out Huon Hwy to Geeverston. From here we rode down to the Tahune Air walk which is a tree top walk about 30m above the ground that runs through the forest. The road down to here was pretty good winding almost all of the 30km's. Best of all it was a dead end road so we had to come back the same way. 60km's of motorcycle bliss.

Tahune Airwalk visible in the tree tops

View from bridge downstream
All in all another couple of excellent days riding and sight seeing that finished up back in the pub to try out some of tasmania's finest beers. It was interesting to note that on the north side of the Island all you could buy was Boags beer which was made at the Boags brewery in Launceston. And as you travelled further south to the bottom end of the island all you could get was Cascade Beer made at the Cascade brewery in Hobart. Tasmanians are very loyal to the beers they drink depending on where they live.