South to Strahan

Being greeted by another show when we arose made us come to the conclusion that Stanley is the rainbow capital of the world. Coincidence maybe, however the place is so quaint, optimately located and full of unexplored delights we vowed to return (one day). And so full of expectations we headed off into the hinterland of the west coast. The rolling green hills perfectly matched the winding roads as we drifted through many places without postcards (not that we stopped to look for them).
Eventually we headed into Gunns country where every tree is either precisely located or a recent memory. We stopped for a brief walk through the subtropical rainforest in Hellyer Gorge before more winding roads and spectacular scenery on the way to Tullah where we grabbed some take away for lunch. McDonalds and the others don’t get a show in around these here parts.

Ignoring Rosebury and thus deciding to take the long way, we took the road over to Reece dam and got to see some fabulous high plains type country side on the way. Isabel was so excited that she decided to try out for the Toyota ad campaign – right idea but wrong brand. Pity the occasional rain keeps reminding us about the ridiculous noisy wiper motors...
Reece Dam is an engineering marvel and a great example of how we can avoid burning fossil fuels by drowning pristine eco systems instead. It was a little eerie as we were the only people around for miles (it seemed) and yet there was all this construction undertaken to drive a power station which was obviously not in use. Maybe it was because it was Sunday afternoon, perhaps everyone is back in town – so we set off to Zeehan to find out.

After sussing out the museum and deciding that the allure of our destination was too strong to hang around, we left – admiring the architecture of the town as we drove through. One gets the feeling that this is banjo country and to upset the locals would see your up and commance being rendered deliverance style.
Strahan is a quiet peaceful place which was still recovering from the Targa Tasmania swarming through the town the previous night. Swinging beside the picturesque Macquarie Harbour was windswept, chilly whilst it was nicely glowing in the late afternoon yellowing sun. Due to time constraints we won’t get the chance to do what one should do here (Cruise up the rivers, travel on the train or fly over in a sea plane). Instead we went to the pub for a fabulous dinner and back to our cosy apartment for another early night.....can see a pattern forming here.