That morning the bus shakes us awake. We suggest from earthquake to tornado but cannot find a reason ….until I look at one of the tyres of the bus and find this.
A bug (cicada?) shedding his shell. Ok the shaking might have been a bit over the top, but nice to see a rebirth anyway.
Now we’ve come so north that it makes sense to visit the Grampians. We hesitate because it’s a National park which means no dogs but with Nossi in his pyama’s and Dotti furless we think we will be able to wing it.
So we head towards the mountains.
Soon the road takes us higher and higher.
Suddenly we feel as if we’re in Switzerland and I’m afraid that Marjo starts jödeln when we see a car pass us with “Luzern” as license plate. Then my subconscious seems to get in overdrive and suddenly the magic lightbulb comes on and I remember that it belongs to Pierre, a colleague from Lawson, who kindly has offered to babysit the trailer when we are going to Tasmania in February. What are the odds, seeing Pierre here in the Grampians.
With no way to stop on the narrow winding roads and no mobile reception up the mountain, we leave it to some light flashing.
Then it’s time to enjoy the view. And it’s breath taking.
Then we drive to the McKenzie Falls which are nice from the top.
But even better in close-up.
We follow the road back down the hill and stop to let the dogs go for some well earned walk and play in the water.
And we find a very functional little camping in Murtoa on the lake. Lola, the very nice care taker from well past 80 tells me all about her life in Murtoa and the amazing Stick Shed and we have a nice stay for laundry, a swim and a nice shower.
While walking with Nossi around the lake there are some nice trees.
A beautiful day.
Posted from Murtoa, Victoria, Australia.
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