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The Murray River – Riverlands

The video of our Murray River trip can be seen here  http://youtu.be/rq77qnXywNE

We launched Sandpiper on Tuesday 13 May upstream of Lock 1, giving us only one lock between Blanchetown and Waikerie, our final destination. Although the trip is 108km long, Waikerie is only 42km down the Sturt Highway from Blanchetown, a measure of just how much the river twists and meanders around. Our plan was to reach Waikerie by Friday, when an afternoon bus runs back through Blanchetown so we can retrieve the car and trailer which is being stored at the caravan park in secure circumstances.

Launching at Blanchetown

Launching at Blanchetown

On the water and underway, we found the outboard to be once again misbehaving. It does not like to idle or go slow but runs fine under load. This suggests that the low speed jets are gummed up again. I am rather put out because I was careful to clear all fuel when storing it in Port Lincoln. While the engine pushes us along the river with no problems, slow manoeuvring into beaches, jetties or locks will be a hassle.

The first day, we covered a mere 20km, overnighting on the bank opposite Crook’s Landing. The beauty of the river is hard to describe, it needs to be experienced. The vista changes at every turn, with peaceful wetlands, rolling pastures and farmlands, holiday homes and moored houseboats or spectacular towering cliffs. The river seems to maintain a good depth in most places with between 15 and 20 feet in most areas then down to 65 feet under the shadow of the sandstone cliffs. The only other river traffic consisted of a lone long distance kayaker and a beautiful modern houseboat heading downstream.

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We used a book called “Murray River Pilot” to ensure that we avoided nasty things in the water and to read about all the rich history of sites along the way. It was easy to picture ourselves chugging along in a stern wheel paddle steamer in the middle of the 19th Century delivering goods to the hardy settlers along the wonderful river.

Christine tried to use Google maps to track our progress with hilarious results

Christine tried to use Google maps to track our progress with hilarious results

Tied up to the bank for the night, we put out a yabby trap but the yabbies weren’t playing the game. We used the wrong bait (red meat), the water is too cold, the full moon put them off or we should have been here yesterday. We had more luck with the fish, catching one nice European Carp and losing another bigger on near the boat. While the carp are said to be edible if treated well, we didn’t bother. Returning them to the water is illegal so Mr Carp spent the evening on the river bank.

The next day we covered about 35km through Morgan and on towards the small hamlet of Cadell. As we neared Morgan, the density of “shacks” and houseboats tied up on the banks increased remarkably. Some of the shacks would not look out of place in Mindarie Quays and many of the houseboats were bigger than our Dowerin house, with three decks and spas.

Morgan itself is a very historical town. When the rail head arrived in 1878, Morgan became a major centre with more than 25 boats a week delivering goods along the river. Later, when the rail pushed on to Waikerie and Renmark, the importance of Morgan fell away.

The old wharf at Morgan

The old wharf at Morgan

The charming streetscape in Morgan

The charming streetscape in Morgan

We tied up to some river bank moorings and walked up the steep hill to the little town. The main street is a quaint collection of National Trust buildings, with two hotels facing each other. We chose one for its cheaper menu and enjoyed an excellent lunch and pint. Then it was back to the boat and onwards. We had to negotiate a ferry crossing and were a little anxious that we did the right thing. In the end, it was easy, just waiting for the ferry to reach one bank then heading through. Cutting to close to the ferry while it is underway risks fouling the steel cable strung across the river.

Our path took us past the famous Morgan wharf, built as a towering timber structure to cater for the huge range in river levels in the days before weirs and locks. A lazy trip along the river took us to a pleasant sandy landing where we set up for the night. The wind dropped to nothing on sunset, creating a glorious display with the trees mirrored on the surface. The scenery proved better than the fishing.

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The next day took us upstream through Cadell, on the 322km mark. Distances are all taken from the mouth of the river and marked on trees with blue signs every 2km. The small locality of Cadell is about 11km upstream of Morgan. There is little on the river itself and a small village about a kilometre away. There is a lovely picnic area with some houseboat moorings near the ferry crossing and a small launching ramp. We stopped in to the ramp to assess its suitability for retrieving Sandpiper, having decided not to navigate through Lock 2 to Waikerie because of the difficulty working with the motor. However, the ramp proved unsuitable, or at least not as good as the one at Morgan, and we had enough time to motor back to Morgan.

We continued on past Cadell for about 12km, noting that the bush becomes drier and more open than further downstream. There is the usual series of creeks and lagoons that would be so much fun to explore in a kayak. Eventually, we found a really lovely sandy beach on a sand bar at the 345km mark, opposite some stunning cliffs. I spent the afternoon fishing, catching two very large carp. If they had been any other species I’d have been over the moon, but the carp are sluggish when hooked and not much to get excited about in the kitchen. Since it is illegal to release carp, a waiting group of pelicans benefitted from my efforts, after I’d cut the big fish into small pieces so they could be shared around. A couple of brown hawks also circled overhead and snatched a couple of morsels for themselves.

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The night was unseasonably warm and we found ourselves shedding blankets. The usual dew was also absent so we didn’t sleep in as late as we have been doing. By 8:30, we’d had breakfast, done the dishes and some housework and were underway again headed back to Morgan.

Christine phoned the driver of the local bus that runs a Friday service to tell him of our changed plans.  We had initially organised to be picked up in Waikerie but he was happy to pick me up at the ferry crossing in Morgan on his way back to Blanchetown. This way, I could get the car and trailer and use the ramp at Morgan to retrieve.

We arrived in Morgan by 11am and tied up at the 24hour moorings on the bank just downstream of the ferry crossing. We had plenty of time to tour the Morgan Museum and pop into the local for a pint and meal. The museum is an old store shed. It contains many very interesting displays depicting significant events in the history of Morgan. The huge wharf that still stands today is actually less than a third of what once existed. The Commercial Hotel provided a wonderful lunch of braised chops on mash and crumbed chops, chips and salad for the very reasonable $15 and $12 respectively.

We have thoroughly enjoyed our short time on the river and are determined to do some other stretches later in our trip, probably late in the year on our return from Queensland. The changing vistas, the birdlife, the history and the moments of utter peace and tranquillity all works together to make the experience a “must do”. A small group sharing one of the many palatial houseboats could be a memorable holiday.

Back on the trailer at Morgan and off to Waikerie

Back on the trailer at Morgan and off to Waikerie

 

 

Dowerin to Coffin Bay SA

Friday 3rd January 2014 – Leaving Dowerin

Today we commence our long dreamed of exploration of the South Eastern and Eastern coasts with our beloved Yacht Sandpiper. Most people assume we are sailing our way around and think we’re mad, but the fact is we are taking the easy was out and trailering Sandpiper from location to location. First major stop is the Eyre Peninsula in South Australia. The boat is fully equipped and provisioned to be our caravan on land and our cruising home on water. This trip is the culmination of years of discussion, planning and reading.

dowerin-coffin bay mapWith most packing already complete, we managed a reasonable get away from Dowerin shortly after 10am and had an uneventful drive through Wyalkatchem, Trayning and Nungarin to Merredin. After a quick bite to eat, we drove East along Great Eastern Highway with the plan of sleeping half way between Coolgardie and Norseman. The traffic was very light and the temperature around 30C so the driving was pleasant enough, more so because we just maintained an easy 85 km/hr. The Fifth Ashes Test was our main amusement.

Unfortunately, somewhere between Southern Cross and Coolgardie, we suffered a blow-out on the trailer. Fortunately, the road shoulder was flat and hard so we managed to change the wheel without major issues. However, with the Nullarbor ahead of us, we weren’t keen to go much further with only one more spare so we decided to overnight in Coolgardie and take the car into Kalgoorlie the next morning to replace the blown tyre. This suited us anyway because a first day drive of 446km is good enough, even with the thousands ahead of us. We have no intention of pushing things too hard.

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The Haven Tourist Park boasted an RAC sign claiming three star rating but I suspect this was some time ago. Things were quiet and looked a little like a scene from a Clint Eastwood classic but the ablutions were clean and everything worked.

We are off on the Great Adventure!

Saturday 4th January

We left the boat at the Haven Tourist park in Coolgardie and headed of 40kms to Kalgoorlie to source a replacement tyre. It was a pleasure to be able to open the Land Cruiser up a bit without the burden of towing something, a rare treat for us.

Ian Diffen’s supplied the required size in short order time and we were soon back in Coolgardie and hitched up. I was very annoyed to find that an attachment for my brand new and rather expensive towing mirrors was somewhere on the Kalgoorlie road. I should be able to make another along the way but it didn’t lessen the angst. To add to the annoyance, the Anderson Plug connecting the boat electrics to the car for charging detached along the way to Norseman and the lead dragged along the ground, cleaning up the contacts beautifully but destroying the plastic surround in the process.

The road to Norseman seems badly in need of maintenance, but then most WA roads do. Despite this, we arrived unscathed in Norseman and made a brief stop in town to pick up a couple of items we lacked, including a little clip that I figured I could use to repair the towing mirror.

From Norseman, there is no avoiding the long and arduous Nullarbor crossing, kilometre after kilometre of mostly straight road, including the 146km straight stretch between Balladonia and Caiguna, the longest in Australia. The Aussie successes against the Poms in the Fifth Test kept us amused, although the scoreboard is really starting to reach embarrassing proportions. I think the Brits have given up completely.

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As we travelled east, the size of the trees diminished and the horizon widened. Where once I saw only boring scrub, our many miles of outback travel have attuned me to the true beauty of our dry woodland country. The area of woodland between Norseman and Balladonia stretches south to the coast and north all the way past Wiluna. Once considered valueless, it is now recognised as one of the last great natural woodlands in the World and certainly does a great deal to lock up trillions of tonnes of carbon.

By Cocklebiddy, woodland areas were few and far between, but one small area provided a lovely quiet overnight stop, around 45kms East of Cocklebiddy itself. We covered around 650km today, and need to cover at least 750 tomorrow if we are to remain on schedule. By changing drivers every 150km and maintaining a steady 85-90km, we will be OK. We should even be able to fit in some sight-seeing on the cliffs of the Great Australian Bight.

Sunday 5th January

Because we would enter SA, we set our clocks forward 2.5 hours before going to bed and decided to travel the whole day on SA time. This meant that when we got up at 6am (4 am WA time), it was barely light and at the other end of the day, we had to endure daylight until after 9pm. Hopefully, the whole daylight saving nonsense will never rear its head again in WA.

The day was cool, overcast with the occasional sessions of drizzle. The wind increased as we headed eastwards to the point where a camp shower didn’t appeal and we opted for a night in the Penong Caravan Park to access a decent hot shower.

There was very little to do on the 750km drive other than sleep, complain about the price of fuel, stare at the straight flat road ahead and listen to the Aussies smash the Poms in the cricket. On one occasion, we accessed one of the tracks down to the coastal cliffs to take in the sights along the Great Australian Bight. Back in 1989 on our round OZ trip, we all got on hands and knees to cautiously look over the edge of the cliff. These days, a three strand fence and a whole forest of pine poles prevents you getting even close to the edge. Even so, it’s a pretty awesome sight.

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We were also surprised to find the SA authorities are now getting serious about quarantine. It used to be that they were only worried about fruit fly and grape vines. Now, all vegetable matter needs to be jettisoned at Ceduna, so we munched on grapes and cherries along the way. Our last night before Coffin Bay was spent at the little town of Penong, 70kms shy of Ceduna and the vegetable inspection station so we made sure we ate up big on the fruit and veg.

Somehow, now we are in another state, it really feels like the adventure has begun.

Monday 6th January

With only 400kms to Coffin Bay, we could afford to sleep in and the late sunrise supported that idea. We got away around 8:30, surrendered our meagre vegie scraps at the Ceduna checkpoint and left Highway One to journey SE on the Flinders Highway. The farms around here show the signs of years of hard times, although this year’s season has been good. Some are even still harvesting, with recent good rains promising to damage the grain that does remain in the fields. Machinery is old and small, the fences are mostly in disrepair and stock numbers are low. There are many photo opportunities with the many abandoned stone farm houses dotting the fields. The small towns we passed through along the way lacked the sparkle and polish that seems to come with good harvests and steady profits.

We stopped in Streaky Bay to replenish the fruit and veg. Streaky Bay did look quite prosperous with holiday crowds in evidence and the bakery well stocked. I have found that bakeries are a good indicator of economic health, and I made the decision to throw my weight behind the Streaky Bay economy by having a sausage roll.

The scenery down through Elliston and finally to Coffin Bay was picturesque, but days of driving had taken its toll and we were both stuffed by the time we arrived. The caravan park at Coffin Bay lived up to the good reports my research had given and the location was nothing short of spectacular. The bay itself is beautiful and surprisingly calm, given the 25-30 knot SW wind. Oyster farms dot the bay and spectacular beach houses are in abundance. We strolled along the shoreline “Oyster Walk” checked out the launching facilities and treated ourselves to a dozen of the finest oysters we’ve ever tasted. At $9 a dozen, they are well worth it.

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Tuesday 7th January

We had a lazy day in the Coffin Bay Caravan Park sorting out a few bits and pieces. It is fortunate that we don’t intend getting on the water yet because the weather is very blowy, overcast and only around 21 degrees.

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Tomorrow, we leave the boat here in the park and head off to Melbourne for a week of cricket and tennis. It is around 700kms to Melbourne from here but we’ll take out time and see some sight along the way. There is a car ferry from Cowell across Spencers Gulf but we have the time to go up through Port Augusta so we may give that a miss, or use it on the way back. We should be back here before Australia Day and, hopefully, be out on the water when the crowds arrive.

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