Wild Rivers

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Red River meets Rio Grande


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We escaped from the sand and the sage brush to the Wild River state Park. Winding down a gorge spirits lifting as trees, actual trees came into view! After weeks in the desert the sound of running water was like magic rediscovered. We found ourselves laughing with relief at the pleasure of water through our fingertips.

We stalked fish, hiking further up and up the river for our prize. We caught glimpses but the trout waited until our lunch break to come out in force, slipping sinuously under rocks when we gathered up rods again. But the chase is almost as much fun as the capture for the fly fisherman and despite going home with a bag lighter than we came with five flies lost to the river it was one of the most simply enjoyable days we’d had in a while.


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A CAMPSITE BY A LAKE

Paddymelon grooming itself, so cute!

 

Walking around the lake, driftwood and leafless shrubs
Stones around Lake St Clair, rounded by the swirling waters



 
 

Clouds of fog reflected in Lake St Clair, Tasmania
Swirling bark on a log by the lake
 
Dylan looking for fish and platypus in Lake St Clair



 
 

Banksia seed cone, Lake St Clair, Tasmania
 
Paddymelon grooming itself, so cute!
Sweet little Paddymelon near the Lake St Clair campground



 
 

Strange fungus, lichen, growing on tree trunks
Dylan fishing in the river, Lake St Clair



 
 

Dylan under the bridge over the river at Lake St Clair, Tasmania
 
Deciduous beech tree by the river, the only deciduous Australian tree
Edible Pink Mountain Berries are bush tucker in Tasmania


We’re back from a beautiful spring holiday in Tasmania and there is so much to tell you, I’m quite overwhelmed by how many posts I have planned and how many photos I have to wade through! I have so much to tell you!

We worked to a deadline, and then in a flurry of papers bid a cheery sayonara to our colleagues and took off to meet the Spirit of Tasmania. As we hummed and whirred across the Strait the nautical novelty began wore off and we bundled ourselves upstairs with the ghosts. We just had to escape the layer of modern tackiness of poker machines and overpriced, greasy food. The way up to the top deck is hidden away and only a dozen people out of hundreds found their way up there. The little empty stage and wooden benches were from another era, the flickering soundless TVs adding to the forsaken feel.

The water raged against the ship, cold, dark and scary until morning.

The sun rose behind grey skies and we drove and drove, away from the city, past farms and tree stumps, to a wild and windswept campsite by Lake St Clair, walking distance from a not so wild cultural centre with all the amenities one could wish. Darling Paddymelons were our neighbours, so fat and furry, and cute cute cute. A baby quoll ran across our path by torch light as the fire in the hut crackled. Tomorrow would be an epic bush walk…

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SEEKING SUNSET, SOUGHT BY SOUNDS

Peering through the long grass at The Organ Pipes National Park

Walking through curling grasses at The Organ Pipes National Park

Bush walk in the Organ Pipes National Park

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Picnic at The Organ Pipes National Park
 
On whim we packed a picnic and hit the highway to get to the Organ Pipes National Park before the sunset. Once we had descended down to the valley floor, we were careful not to walk too far in any direction lest the fantasy of being miles away from the city be broken.

Our study of the curious hexagonal basalt columns was interrupted by a rumble, first one low flying plane and then another and another, oh well we could incorporate that into the daydream, planes searching for lost adventurers, or perhaps something more sinister…then there was a faint whine, we looked around, it was getting louder and more insistent. Hmmm…when it comes to dreams of isolation the Calder Park Motorway is a bit harder to dismiss, but the ants seemed nonplused gathering crumbs we had carelessly shed from our veggie burgers. A kangaroo chomping on grass nearby shrugged his nonchalance at his neighbours over the road. The lovers by the river seemed more concerned by our sudden appearance than any flight path, we left them to it.

Shadows began sliding into the valley, over the cliff as we wondered when the frozen rock worm within would awaken and complete its churning motion exploding out of the cliff face all teeth and malice. I packed my overactive imagination back in its case as orange sunlight licked our backs goodbye and then was gone. We made our way up and out, through the deserted car park and back towards the city lights.
 

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AN OBSESSION IS AWAKENED

Descending down to Kennett River, the Otways

Descending down to Kennett River, the Otways

Watching the ripples for trout, Kennett River, the Otways

Wading in Kennett River, the Otways

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As I sat daydreaming on a fallen log, dangling legs over rushing water, hours passed and the warm light faded and cooled. Little did I know that somewhere upstream those same rippling waters were casting a spell on my boyfriend and from that day onwards he would be a fly fisherman.
 

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