After leaving Melbourne, we headed for Ballarat. As far as the eye could see were brown, wilting trees and a landscape that seemed to be crying out for water. Not a green blade of grass in sight, just vast paddocks of brown. Ballart itself is a ‘pretty’ town, with many heritage houses and grand buildings from its goldrush past. It also has a ‘Shepparton Factory Outlet’, where we re-stocked on non perishable foods!
The dry Botanic Gardens
A visit to the Botanic Gardens the dryness is not confined to the countryside. Having seen brochures of the lush green, flower filled gardens it was rather confronting to witness the devastation that the drought has brought. Many flower beds are now ‘dirt beds’ and the grass a patchy brown. It seems a real shame that the tallest examples of Redwood trees in Australia have been left to die. Over 150 years old, they will not make it to the next century.
As we left the gardens, we drove past the lake. Or should I say ‘paddock’. The lake is bone dry. It is a ‘weird’ sight to see piers, rowing clubs and boat sheds with jettys out to nowhere.
Daylesford, in the middle of Victoria’s spa country, again brings images of a green countryside. The reality, we were to discover, is another region of yellow grass that crunches underfoot. However, the region does still possess a certain magic. With over 80% of naturally occurring mineral spring water in Australia, we discovered the source of Deep Spring Mineral Water!
Dave filling up our Deep Spring Mineral Water
Having filled up a container, we have been enjoying our ‘home made’ flavoured versions. Tonight, I am enjoying a refreshing lemon and mint tipple. I am still awaiting the health benefits, apparently the bicarbonate balances the pH in my bloodstream, calcium and silica are good for the bones, magnesium for healthy kidneys, potassium is good for the mind and muscles, sodium helps keep the tummy in check and sulphate purifies the liver- I will be a new woman! We also got to check out our friend Jonnie’s newly purchased B&B. So, if you are ever in Daylesford make sure you stay at Jonnie’s place!
Off we were again to free camp at Green Hill Lake. The lake is famous for trout fishing, and I was sure that this time Dave would deliver the goods. The rod was handy and we had some new lures. We should have known better, the lake has been bone dry for 3 years now, the boat ramp leading to a dry, cracking lake bed.
Leisa swimming in the lake....
Oh well, being 3kms south of the town of Ararat, it was still a pretty place to camp. We walked the path into Ararat- another pretty historic gold town- and ambled along the main street, which is bordered by grape vines. These towns have been hit by the drought, recession and bushfires, so the local hairdresser was having a special on walk-in men’s haircuts. With an offer too good to refuse Dave has now had his first haircut in 7 months! I am still getting used to this clean cut version, having finally grown used to his long curls.
With a ‘new man’ to show off, we moved on to Halls Gap, in the Grampians. We settled in a Caravan Park, situated in the centre of town (OK so it is a very small town), yet brimming with wildlife. Ducks, cockatoos and kangaroos have been over to check us out and not to forget the kookaburra that has taken up residency in our herb garden!
'Kooka' in our herb garden!The caravan park is hemmed on one side by a mighty rock escarpment of The Grampians, so we decided to take off for a short walk and explore this popular tourist destination. Our ‘short walk’ has left us both completely knackered, but we got to see the Venus Bath’s (rock pools) and Spittlers Waterfall (not that there was really any water).
Venus Rock Pools, Halls Gap
The Grampians are certainly the greenest part of Victoria so far, but still the lack of solid rain is ever present. It is so dry that the smell of eucalyptus pervades the air as the gumtrees seem to give off any sense of life. However, it must be said, The Grampians are stunning. They really have it all- sweeping views of the valleys below, McKenzie Falls, which are still running strong, aboriginal art and walks for all grades of fitness.
Mackenzie Falls
But we were to discover the real attraction of The Grampians.......... ROCK CLIMBING! Having met up with Liz, a friend who has recently moved back to Melbourne, we were invited to join her and 10 others at a campsite at Dadwell Bridge in the Grampians, over the long weekend. We were assured we would get on well with the whole ‘rock climbing’ group,
We have dinner guests!- Anne Marie, Johnno & Liz
and we have to admit you couldn’t meet a more welcoming bunch. Having already walked in various spots, we knew that as they climbed we could easily amuse our selves discovering more of her beauty, from the ground. Aaaah no. We were roped in (pardon the pun) and gave it a go. Afterall, the other guys made it look so easy, and certainly impressed us with their skill. Both Dave and I did manage to scramble part the way up a ‘climb’- i.e a vertical rock face.
Leisa holding on for dear life..... took all my strength and energy and I am finding it hard to type, but know I will be even sorer tomorrow. The fact that we did not get to the top of the climb is not too disappointing, after all it was a grade 15 climb!! Starting at one, the grades go up to about 30. I did feel a little better on the grade 11 one I did today.
Carl, leading and setting up the climb 
Climber DaveAfter being the two of us for a while now, it certainly was fun to be part of a big group. Besides the exhilaration of learning a new sport, there was much fun and frivolity. Many laughs were had too, however many were at my expense...........
Liz had briefed Dave and I on what to expect at Dadswell Bridge, i.e not much, except a ‘big ugly koala’. I had also read in the guide book that Dadswell Bridge is famous for its giant koala. I must admit I was quite excited to see this ‘big old koala’, who obviously didn’t venture far. Having made friends with a german tourist back at Halls Gap, I was happy to share my knowledge of where he was guaranteed a koala sighting. You can therefore, imagine my horror when we drove past said koala, and I was to discover that he was a ‘big’ koala as in the big banana, big pineapple....... Some poor german tourist must think I was having a lend of him.
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Love the climbing shots, great photo's!
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