PART 1 here:
http://www.austouring.com/forum/showthread.php?t=971
Day 8 Dorrigo-Waterfall Way-Armidale-Walcha
This might be boring by now…. but…. more frost and blue skies, the cabins proved a good choice !!
Back for another look, as arranged last night, at the trains, daylight revealing some of the things we missed out on last night.
Yesteryear's Dining Car, pressed tin ceiling, ornate and exquisite timberwork....
Conductor's control box....all mechanically actuated.
Washing basin for each compartment...
Everyone is gob smacked by the choice and extent of the collection.
Keith leaves a lasting impression, this guy is just incredible.
Then to the Skywalk, a viewing platform built by the National Parks over the top of the tree-canopy, just a few k’s out of town. More great views towards the coast…please, let it never stop !
It’s back to traveling, this time up the Waterfall Way for a good, hard gawk at Ebor Falls,
"The Corner Hound and his charge", and boy, did they go
then the 15k’s of mainly smooth dirt to Point Lookout. By now, none of the group has issues with dirt roads anymore, Moira barrels along happily, Tim on the Gixxer and supersoft road-tyres slip-slides at 80k’s and more, Karel and Goodie always in the midst of things, Nige has finally found a way to keep the front weighted with those 2 HUGE eskies on the back….and Garry, well…once dirt’s in sight, he’s outta sight. Not even a dust cloud to be seen.
Roaming livestock, cattle grids, dips…no probs.
The last climb to the lookout is sealed, the walk around the top as magical as it was 3 years ago. A good place to just hang around a few hours, yo…it’s one of those spots.
Another angle...
The huge quoll we saw last time doesn’t show though…
Back towards the main road and a sign proclaims the Yarradoon Eco-Lodge, a place as good for lunch as any other. Hmmmpf….not !
Frozen & nuked at Nouvelle-Cuisine prices, the bush setting is peaceful though…
Garry is impressed by the lid of a Gravox Instant Gravy packet in his pot-pie….
Nice, quick, open sweepers to Armidale, a short hop south to Uralla on the New England and a last-of-the-day chase getting bobbed around by strong gusts into Walcha.
Walcha is known as a cold spot, the New England Hotel has some old-style rooms for $15/ head…. beats setting up tents in the dark and freezing our butts off.
The Chinese cook is off for a wedding; next best place is the local RSL for a feed.
And what a choice that turned out to be….
The lady-cook (or are they cookettes, someone help me here….no, NOT Croquettes!!) is totally flustered by a jammed-packed “full-house” of about 15 patrons total, (after all, this is Saturday night…even in Walcha) something she obviously didn’t bank on… sooo….the meals are sort of “stretched”, portions halved, one pack of frozen veggies spread over 15 orders makes for 2 beans and a slice of carrot….pretty, but a bit skimpy, aye….should’ve ordered 2 or 3 mains each but there would’ve been only a bean and no carrot on each plate….it’s hilarious.
The poor soul is totally rattled and keeps striking out menu-options at the chalkboard every time a plate leaves the kitchen. Out of this, out of that…
We’re having a ball of a time…. but sooner or later have to brave the icy gusts down the main street on the way back to “our” pub. “Goosebump-Alley” echoes with laughter…the bar of the New England Hotel is deserted, they must all be having dinner at the RSL…
http://www.austouring.com/forum/showthread.php?t=971
Day 8 Dorrigo-Waterfall Way-Armidale-Walcha
This might be boring by now…. but…. more frost and blue skies, the cabins proved a good choice !!
Back for another look, as arranged last night, at the trains, daylight revealing some of the things we missed out on last night.
Yesteryear's Dining Car, pressed tin ceiling, ornate and exquisite timberwork....
Conductor's control box....all mechanically actuated.
Washing basin for each compartment...
Everyone is gob smacked by the choice and extent of the collection.
Keith leaves a lasting impression, this guy is just incredible.
Then to the Skywalk, a viewing platform built by the National Parks over the top of the tree-canopy, just a few k’s out of town. More great views towards the coast…please, let it never stop !
It’s back to traveling, this time up the Waterfall Way for a good, hard gawk at Ebor Falls,
"The Corner Hound and his charge", and boy, did they go
then the 15k’s of mainly smooth dirt to Point Lookout. By now, none of the group has issues with dirt roads anymore, Moira barrels along happily, Tim on the Gixxer and supersoft road-tyres slip-slides at 80k’s and more, Karel and Goodie always in the midst of things, Nige has finally found a way to keep the front weighted with those 2 HUGE eskies on the back….and Garry, well…once dirt’s in sight, he’s outta sight. Not even a dust cloud to be seen.
Roaming livestock, cattle grids, dips…no probs.
The last climb to the lookout is sealed, the walk around the top as magical as it was 3 years ago. A good place to just hang around a few hours, yo…it’s one of those spots.
Another angle...
The huge quoll we saw last time doesn’t show though…
Back towards the main road and a sign proclaims the Yarradoon Eco-Lodge, a place as good for lunch as any other. Hmmmpf….not !
Frozen & nuked at Nouvelle-Cuisine prices, the bush setting is peaceful though…
Garry is impressed by the lid of a Gravox Instant Gravy packet in his pot-pie….
Nice, quick, open sweepers to Armidale, a short hop south to Uralla on the New England and a last-of-the-day chase getting bobbed around by strong gusts into Walcha.
Walcha is known as a cold spot, the New England Hotel has some old-style rooms for $15/ head…. beats setting up tents in the dark and freezing our butts off.
The Chinese cook is off for a wedding; next best place is the local RSL for a feed.
And what a choice that turned out to be….
The lady-cook (or are they cookettes, someone help me here….no, NOT Croquettes!!) is totally flustered by a jammed-packed “full-house” of about 15 patrons total, (after all, this is Saturday night…even in Walcha) something she obviously didn’t bank on… sooo….the meals are sort of “stretched”, portions halved, one pack of frozen veggies spread over 15 orders makes for 2 beans and a slice of carrot….pretty, but a bit skimpy, aye….should’ve ordered 2 or 3 mains each but there would’ve been only a bean and no carrot on each plate….it’s hilarious.
The poor soul is totally rattled and keeps striking out menu-options at the chalkboard every time a plate leaves the kitchen. Out of this, out of that…
We’re having a ball of a time…. but sooner or later have to brave the icy gusts down the main street on the way back to “our” pub. “Goosebump-Alley” echoes with laughter…the bar of the New England Hotel is deserted, they must all be having dinner at the RSL…