With more people arriving at
the Bay of Fires, I decided to go further north. Friends who had had a shack at
Musselroe Bay had long waxed lyrical about that area, although they had since
sold the shack.
Compared to the Eddystone
Point road, the unsealed 23 km to Musselroe Bay was bliss having apparently been recently graded. This sleepy fishing village straggles along the shores on two sides of a
point and seems to be populated by birds, fishermen and holiday visitors in that order, though I saw very few of the latter. Although there was free camping here, the site wasn’t
particularly attractive with no trees and just sags underfoot. Instead, I paid
camp fees to stay in the National Park along Stumpy’s Bay where there are four
camping areas bordered by beaches. You need a Parks Pass as well for this.
All the good spots closest to the beach were taken at the first site. The second was like a goblin forest - all dark tea trees
and with no one else in it. I was beginning to feel like Goldilocks. I didn’t look at the third, but the fourth, three kilometres
further on, had BBQs, a shelter, a big tank and toilets nearby, and only one or
two other campers tucked away in the trees. Perfect!
Although I had been looking forward to a swim all day, I was too tired after the day of hard driving. I just cooked myself a meal and settled down for the night. However, I didn’t sleep well at all. It was too hot and there was a constant buzzing like swarms of angry bees. I had heard it earlier at Stumpy's Lookout on the way here. Although I could also see the lazily turning arms of the new Tebrakunna Windfarm (visitors welcome) on the northernmost tip of the island, the noise didn't seem to be coming from there either, and since it was still going at night, I knew it couldn't be bees. It turned out that that incredible racket was probably being made by armies of frogs which had taken up residence in the many lagoons.
It was certainly the place to see kangaroos. The road in is called Forrester Kangaroo Drive and there were plenty of those on the road. Just drive slowly! A little joey and it's mother (most likely a Bennetts Wallaby) stayed close while I cooked dinner - not in that begging way, as they do in some places where they have come to look to visitors for food - which is very bad for them by the way, but in that totally unselfconscious way that animals have, when they haven't had a single bad experience with humans.
There was a kind of Hobson’s choice from here. Do 52 km over
unsealed roads or do approximately 97 km over sealed roads via the main highway to Gladstone and
then 23 km of unsealed roads, though the
map wasn’t at all clear on the mileages in this area. No points for guessing
which one I took. In my defence, I will say that the C 843 was partially sealed
at the St. Helens end and ever the optimist, I rather hoped my map was out of
date and the road had been sealed since it was published. Besides, according to one Mt. William National Park website “…for those
prepared to travel on "less than perfect" roads, a wonderful stretch
of unspoilt coastline with some glorious and beautiful beaches…” awaited.
Though my optimism was slightly dented by the sight of a large Land
Cruiser that had obviously come the other way, shipwrecked at the side of the road and having its tyres replaced, for the most part, this road was no worse than other country
roads in Tasmania – some unexpected potholes, stretches of corrugation, loose
rocks and a bit of rough ground near the creeks.
The real bone -shaker was the
12 km detour I made to Eddystone Light which was rough and badly corrugated all
the way. I would thoroughly recommend this
road for immediate resuscitation and have lots of wobbly footage to prove it, should
any statutory body or a bloke (or female for that matter– let’s not be sexist
here) with a bulldozer and a couple of hours to spare, be interested. It’s a shame really, because Eddystone Point
is not only historic and scenic, but the most easterly point in Tasmania. I
particularly wanted to see this lighthouse because both it and the one at Bruny Island
had been omitted from a recent feature on lighthouses by the Australian Geographic.
Despite the hellish drive, Eddystone Point was far from
deserted. It was heavily populated by boat people – not the kind who risk life
and limb in leaky boats to escape persecution, but the kind who tow expensive cabin cruisers around on trailers. Since
it was now hot and sunny, I had hoped for a swim, but I couldn’t find a parking
spot, much less a bit of shade. After a
few happy snaps of the lighthouse – no selfies, thanks, - I resumed my journey
on the C 843, now passing through parts of the Mt. William National Park.
Pelicans and powerboats at Musselroe Bay- I saw very few people |
Miles of untracked beach on the ocean side |
Although I had been looking forward to a swim all day, I was too tired after the day of hard driving. I just cooked myself a meal and settled down for the night. However, I didn’t sleep well at all. It was too hot and there was a constant buzzing like swarms of angry bees. I had heard it earlier at Stumpy's Lookout on the way here. Although I could also see the lazily turning arms of the new Tebrakunna Windfarm (visitors welcome) on the northernmost tip of the island, the noise didn't seem to be coming from there either, and since it was still going at night, I knew it couldn't be bees. It turned out that that incredible racket was probably being made by armies of frogs which had taken up residence in the many lagoons.
It was certainly the place to see kangaroos. The road in is called Forrester Kangaroo Drive and there were plenty of those on the road. Just drive slowly! A little joey and it's mother (most likely a Bennetts Wallaby) stayed close while I cooked dinner - not in that begging way, as they do in some places where they have come to look to visitors for food - which is very bad for them by the way, but in that totally unselfconscious way that animals have, when they haven't had a single bad experience with humans.
My little dinner companion |
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