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The Fishing Village of Strahan

Here is a view of the Southern Ocean as it washes up on the beaches near Strahan. Since we are in the roaring 40's and the wind was blowing, we were expecting the surf to be much rougher. However, they were gently breaking and washing up on the beach. Go figure!

The Fishing Village of Strahan

Here is a shot of part of Strahan. It is a small town that lives on fishing and the tourist trade.

The Fishing Village of Strahan

These are the mountains that surround Queenstown. This is a view as we are heading down the road toward Strahan. Note the ugly skies.

We were so lucky to have no clouds and bright sun yesterday when we went on our train ride. It rains over 360 mm a year here and rains 300 days a year!

Year 5 Day 49 The Fishing Village of Strahan
Dave/Overcast With Change In The Wind
03/20/2012, Queenstown, Tasmania, AU

We decided to take it a bit easy today since we have a long and windy road to take tomorrow as we return to Hobart. Thus, we decided to just take the short drive to Strahan, which is a small coastal town that is on Macquarie Harbour. Strahan is also the terminal destination for the Wildness railroad we road on yesterday. We were prevented from completing our trip to Strahan due to the closure of the tracks caused by the heavy rains this region received this summer. As it turns out, the western coast of Tasmania receives the greatest amount of rainfall than any other location in Australia. It averages over 360 mm of rain each year.

The drive down the mountain from Queenstown to Strahan was a good warm up to what we will be doing tomorrow since the road was series of sharp S-curves. It was only 41 kilometers but took about 45 minutes since the curves kept our speed down.

When we arrived we found a sleepy little fishing village which caters to tourists who come to take the Gordon River cruise and/or the Wildness Train. However, the village was pretty dead today with few people besides us there. We stopped for lunch and I had a wonderful crusted ocean trout. I have never tried this fish before but will whenever I see it on a menu. It looks like and tastes like salmon but it is not as oily. I have since read that it is a cross between a steelhead salmon and a rainbow trout. It is like Arctic Char in taste and texture. Coupled with smashed potatoes and asparagus I kept smacking my lips throughout the meal. Mary Margaret had the fettuccini in a garlic cream sauce with prawns that was pretty good.

With our tummies full, we took the beach road that ended at the ocean, 6 kilometers away. Here we had miles upon miles of a pristine beach with mellow swells breaking and spilling up to the sand. The wind was blowing a bit and we were surprised that the ocean was not more cantankerous since all we could see was endless ocean as we looked out from the beach.

Despite the strong wind, the cold water and overcast skies, the air was much warmer than we expected and we were very comfortable just in short sleeve polo shirts. However, a major change in the weather was very apparent as the sky was looking pretty ugly. We are expecting to be driving in the rain when we return to Hobart tomorrow.

In a couple of days we will be returning to Melbourne. We will be there two days this time and then we will be flying across country to Perth. We will spend 5 or so days there before we return to Brisbane for a night. From Brisbane it is a 5 hour train ride to Bundaberg and good ol' Leu Cat. We both are getting a little homesick for our wonderful boat. We feel this way each time we visit the ocean and stare out into the sea. It must be the pull of the ocean that raises our loving feelings for Leu Cat and our desire to return to the sea and our cruising life.

A Train Ride Back Into The Past

One last look at the square toothed track.

A Train Ride Back Into The Past

I could not resist taking another photo of the inside of the old steam engine. I am fascinated by all of the valves and steam pipes that are used to drive and stop the train. No push button controls here.

A Train Ride Back Into The Past

When we returned to the summit station, we were served lunch while our engine got a large drink of water to refill its tanks.

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