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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Tuesday 11 December 2007 (Day View)
11.12.2007 – Tuesday 11 December – Lake Saint Clair
- • Awoke, with the mattress again flat, and the tent promptly snapped a main pole. It’s still raining on and off too. The west coast sucks. I drove out to Macquarie Head (Devil’s Gates), then checked in Strahan for tents, tarps, mattresses, poles, or other things someone with a broken tent, broken mattress, and stuck in the land of three-headed-cousins while it rains, would want. Unfortunately, nothing in Strahan sold anything useful.
- Later Morning
- • I drove on to Lake Saint Clair, mostly through rain, stopping for a lovely little rainforest/waterfall walk where we had lunch, and at Queenstown, where we got a tarp but no rope or poles. All the rope had been bought by Parks and Wildlife for catching wombats, apparently. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to believe that or not, but the man in the hardware seemed serious enough. I bought bricklayer’s string instead, in a lovely fluorescent pink.
- • Camping at Lake Saint Clair is $10 per person, with a six-minute shower token included. It’s still raining. We’ve set up the tent with the broken part of the pole removed, and the tarp over the top. Hopefully that survives the night, and ideally the rest of the trip. In other exciting news, Telstra’s CDMA tower here is an hour wrong, presumably it doesn’t know about daylight savings, and we’ve now driven 1785 kilometres.