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Welcome to our blog, describing our voyage aboard the two BRAVO's; the first boat a Kelly Peterson 46 with homeport in Seattle, Washington. The second is a Boreal 52, launched in Treguier, France in February 2020.

We headed south from Seattle in 2010, and have been voyaging in one form or another since. Cheers, Adam and Cindi


"As for me, I am tormented by an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts." -Herman Melville, 1844



Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Tasmania.....a devilishly great place!



We arrived in Tassie at around 6pm, and as we unloaded were met by mates Don and Deb, who had rented a campervan for a couple of weeks on the island.  Off we went to explore this rather remote part of the pacific, the most southern state of Australia.

(  Note to you loyal readers, if we still have any:  Sorry this blog post is so long, but we have a lot of ground to make up.....as always, we'll try to do better next time!!!  )











We were driving along one country road when we came across unusual farmlands.....acres and acres of fields surrounded by barbed wire security fences.....obviously meant to keep intruders out, not critters in.  Every few meters there was a sign.....



Turns out that Tasmania grows about 50% of the world's legal opium poppy crop, used by major pharmaceutical companies to produce morphine and other opiate derivatives.

The west coast of Tasmania is wet and wild, a rainforest much like the Olympic rainforest in Washington state.  Much of this half of the state is national park and forest, some with a mining or logging history, and some seemingly so dense it felt unspoiled.  We headed there first to explore.


View from "the Nob", on Tassie's north coast

A 4wd vehicle was recommended for the west, and Deb & Don's campervan was 2wd (and the rental company said it wasn't insured on these roads), so we agreed to meet up a few days later.  Tasmania is small, so no part is more than a few hours drive away.

The drive starts out along the beautiful coast before heading inland into the bush.











We decided to give this track a miss, after seeing the photos of rigs swallowed up by quicksand a few k's in.


The green of Tassie, especially the west, felt like another planet when compared to most of the Australia we've come to know over the past 8 months of travel.  Moss, ferns, rivers and waterfalls were all supported by the wet climate.  It did rain most days, and while it gave the rainforest its lushness, it was also a bit of a damper for tent camping!  We enjoyed exploring, and some shorter hikes, but after a few days in the wet we were looking forward to some sun!!!  This is SUMMER down here, remember!!!






Tojo crosses the river aboard the single car ferry at Corinna





Base of Russell falls


We really enjoyed Mt. Field National Park, and spent a few days there hiking and checking out the sights.  The hikes were beautiful, though we saw more snakes here (and in Tassie in general), than we did in all of the rest of our time in Oz.  There are 3 species of snake found in Tasmania, the tiger, the lowland copperhead, and the white-lipped snake.  All are poisonous, though the white-lipped snake has never been recorded to kill a human.  We weren't checking lip color, but I think we were just seeing the tiger and copperheads, both of which pack a lethal dose of venom.  Makes walking through the high grasses a bit of a nerve wracking way to get exercise!!!



Pademelon, a small marsupial that we saw all over Tasmania











Cindi inside the "Cave Tree", an enormous hollowed out live tree

The park was the site of a worldwide protest in 2003 to keep from logging the ancient old growth Eucalyptus (gum) forest for paper.  Protesters camped in the tree for weeks, bringing international pressure to bear on the logging companies.  Eventually the area, the Styx River valley, was incorporated into the park.





At the base of Gandolph's Staff, the tree at the center of the 2003 protests.







Eventually it was time to head to the town of Hobart on the east coast, where we reconnoitered with Don and Deb at the Australian Wooden Boat Festival.  The festival, held every two years, is one of the largest such shows in the world, and attracts boat builders, sailors, steam engine geeks, and wooden boat afficionados of all types and stripes from all over.  It was total immersion in the art of wooden boat building.....we loved it!!!


Boats gathering for the start of the opening parade.  Friends Graham, Diane, and Kerri hitched a ride on the beautiful ketch  Laurabara in the middle!




The parade begins its sail into Hobart town


Laurabara careful not to spill the champagne!!!  


Don sharing sea stories w/ the Laurabara crew


Laurabara interior


An 8-meter crew ready to race......looks like yesteryear!!!


Tassie crayfishermen making pots


Cruise ship presented a bit of a wind shadow for the little skiffs racing in the bay!!!


4 mates, a bunch of beer, and a classic century old boat.....what could be sweeter???


The Lyle Hess pontoon looking ship shape!























The Festival proves a great cross roads for yachties and boaties everywhere to come together, and we were thrilled to run into several old friends we've met along the line.  Jeff and Kathy (s/v Beatrix), Rich and Cindy (s/v Legacy), and of course Graham and Diane (s/v Maunie of Ardwall), as well as making new friends among the crowds.


Good times in old Hobart town indeed!!!

Finally the 4 day show was over, and we saddled up Tojo for the next leg of the journey, out the Tasman peninsula SE of Hobart.  As most know, Australia in general, and Tasmania in particular, was largely settled by convicts sent over in the 1700's from England.  Tasmania was home to several notorious prisons, and Port Arthur on the peninsula was the best known penal colony of the lot.


Began in the 1830's, today the Port Arthur prison is now a UNESCO world heritage site, and an important part of Tasmanian and Australian history.  The grounds have been beautifully restored, many of the buildings remain and are open to tour, and it really is a full day visit to the site.













Prison building at the abandoned coal mines.....a harsh sentence to serve in the cold Tasmanian climate.





Isolation cell


Solitary confinement prison.  Exercise yards in center, a cell door on the left.  Harsh indeed.

Leaving Port Arthur, we headed over to the Huon River Valley, known mostly for its huon pine, a fantastic rot resistant boat building wood, much like the kauri from New Zealand.


Spent a night in Franklin, a small town with a wood boatbuilding school.















We were told that the materials for this pretty little guy cost around $12,000NZ.....ummmmmm, maybe next time!!!



We also caught a great night of music at a local theater.  Headliner act was a bluegrass band led by a Japanese banjo player, Montz Matsomoto.  Eclectic, you say?  What's eclectic about a Japanese banjo virtuoso playing Lou Reed's "Take a Walk on the Wild Side", bluegrass style, in Tasmania!!!   What's not to like!!!

After Franklin we were anxious to meet up with friends Graham and Diane aboard s/y "Maunie of Ardwall", who have been cruising Tasmania for the past several weeks.  We arranged to meet them down south at Cockle Creek, the most southern point in Tasmania that can be reached by road.  They (G&D along with friend Kerry, from s/y Sel Citron) anchored in Recherche Bay, right by our campsite.

Although rain was in the forecast, the 5 of us decided to do a great sounding hike over to the "outside" beach on the south coast.  The hike delivered the goods, as did the weather!!!


All had a good time in the rain, though, including the leeches that seemed to have a real affinity for Kerry's red corpuscles!!!





Cindi and Diane in a rare sunny moment




















After Cockle Creek we headed back north and caught a ferry to Bruny Island, on the east coast of Tasmania.  A popular stop on the tourist trail, we found it a bit over rated, perhaps, though it did have a lot of nice beaches.  Spent a couple of days exploring before heading back to the "mainland".










Cape Bruny lighthouse

We headed up to Freycinet National Park, home of some great hiking and an iconic view from an overlook into Wineglass Bay.  The hiking was terrific, and the views and camping (at Friendly Beach) were great as advertised.




Hard to get oystercatchers to sit still for 3 second exposures!!!


Friendly Beach sunset


Wallabies weren't at all shy!!!


Wineglass Bay from the overlook

Our 5 weeks in Tasmania were winding down, and we wanted to see Tasmanian mates Merve and Trudy before leaving.  We met them camping up in northwest Australia several months ago, and they invited us to visit when we came down to Tassie.  Spent a great few days with them at their home in Longford, seeing the sights and enjoying their hospitality.





(If you've made it this far in this overlong post, thanks for hanging in there......almost done!!!!)



There are a couple of critters, endemic to Tasmania, which we'd wanted to see, but hadn't yet spotted. So we bit the bullet and paid to see the rascals.  First up was a platypus, a very strange character native to small streams and waterways.  One of five species of monotremes (egg laying mammals), they also are the only venomous mammals, with a sharp spur in their hind legs that can put a human in a world of pain for many months.  Had to see them, so went to a platy zoo.  Interesting to see and learn about these unique animals, and they also had echidnas (another monotreme) to check out as a sort of bonus critter.




Feeding time (every 45 minutes, all day, every day!!!)





Good to the last drop!!!

Our last stop in Tasmania was Cradle Mountain National Park, one of the best known places to visit in Tassie.  The hiking is fantastic, and we had an uncommon clear weather window!  Perfect way to wrap up our trip.

But first, remember that there were TWO critters we hadn't yet seen on our bucket list??  Well, we had just crossed off the platypus, leaving just the Tasmanian Devil remaining.  We had heard them screeching during the night (they are primarily nocturnal), but no sightings.

In the national park is a devil sanctuary, where they breed devils to release into the wild.  The Tasmanian devil population has been decimated by an unusual communicable form of facial cancer, which is endangering the species.  The rascals in this sanctuary are tumor free, so hopefully they will succeed in researching how to take care of the disease, which to date has eluded a cure.  We had a great tour of the place by a zoologist who fed the devils while we were there.  Pretty amazing little scavengers, carnivorous marsupials eat whole animals, including bones and fur!!!  We watched 8 juveniles  polish off a wallaby hindquarter, no problem!!! Per Wikipedia, the devils generate among the strongest bites per unit body mass of any extant mammal land predator.  A nasty piece of work indeed!!!
















The park also was a sanctuary for quolls, another unique carnivorous marsupial (carries it's young in a pouch).








OK, enough Wild Kingdom for now.  We wrapped up with a great hike around Cradle Mountain itself.  Like Yosemite Valley, the park uses a shuttle bus to ferry hikers in to the many hikes around the park, in order to reduce the traffic and it's impact on the wildlife.  We chose a rather challenging circuit, but after a late start, had to cut short our climb of the peak short about 1/2 way up in order to catch the last bus out of the park.  It was a beautiful day nonetheless.













At last it was time to head back to the Australian mainland.  We drove 'Tojo' back aboard the ferry and hunkered down for the 12 hour crossing to friends Don and Deb's place in Melbourne.  Since the original owners of our trusty Land Cruiser were no longer planning to buy her back, we quickly hustled to get her spiffed up, and needed some mechanical work to pass the Victorian "Roadworthy" inspection (none is required in South Australia, where we bought her).  After a rather stressful week of advertising, she sold to a couple of young women who will be using her for a similar trek around Oz.......Tojo's adventures continue!!!

Saying our goodbyes to Deb and Don (THANK YOU GUYS!!!), we headed to the airport and flew back to New Zealand.  We're now happily aboard Bravo, still in the boatyard.  We enjoyed Australia so much that we have changed our plans to allow more time to explore the east coast and Tasmania by water.  We'll stay in NZ until May, then sail north to Vanuatu for a few months.  Then in Oct/Nov we'll sail down to Australia, looking forward to the start of the Sydney Hobart Race after Christmas, and the fireworks display in Sydney harbor for New Years, before heading down to Tasmania for a month or two.  We'll work our way up the east coast of Oz, getting ready to depart Darwin by June, 2018, destination ?????  Stay tuned, lots of adventures to come!

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Back in Time.....crossing the Nullarbor

We left Esperance and continued east, heading for the vast expanse of emptiness otherwise known as the Nullarbor Plains.  The region encompasses over 200,000 sq. km. (77,000 sq. miles).  But like most "blank slate" desert type landscapes, the Nullarbor offered some fascinating bits, including a great deal of Australian history from the days when rugged characters did their best to carve a life in this inhospitable region of the country.

Bit of a squall building at Cape La Grande

But before hitting the Nullarbor, we headed over to Cape La Grande National Park on the coast.  Known for it's beaches, some of the best in Australia, as well as the friendly kangaroos, we had to check it out.  And it didn't disappoint!  Though the weather was a bit stormy at first, the beaches were indeed spectacular, and the roos, well, check 'em out.....

















Park installs and maintains anchors for fishos to tie off while fishing on the rocks....the tag shows test records!




The sun finally appeared, and the beach became a roo side show.  These rascals obviously had been interacting with two legged beach goers for a long time.  And the mostly European crowd loved it!






These cheeky characters found a lunch, complete with tasty bananas, left unguarded by some unwary swimmers.  Left quite a few little round business cards to let the swimmers know who had been there!!!







After soaking up some rays, hiking, and camping in the park for a few days we headed off for the Nullarbor.  But first, a quick hike up Frenchman's Peak for terrific views of the area.


View from the top, looking off toward Lucky Bay.

Saw several cool lizards on the hike:




Shared the boardwalk near the car park with this full grown monitor lizard.


Took a tough 4wd road, the Parmango Track, to reach the Nullarbor.  Rutted and corrugated, the remote track passed several old homesteads.






Went through this whacky farm gate which somehow had become a shrine of overland explorers over the years...lots of underwear, motorcycle parts, and other bits and bobs.








Crossing the Nullarbor (Null=no, arbor=tree.......you got it, "no trees") has always been a hurdle facing travelers in traversing the southern part of Australia.  The old Eyre highway used to be a tough ribbon of dirt, though the newer version is well paved.  Food and fuel are limited to "roadhouses", sort of pub/gas station/motels that appear on the horizon every few hundred clicks on the odometer.  On first inspection, there's just not much else.

Break in the karst bedrock yields access to a major cave system.
But the geology of the region is quite amazing.  Made up of a thin crust of limestone "karst" overlying the soil (it's the largest such single exposure of limestone bedrock in the world) there are cave systems below the surface which go on for several kilometers.  One cave, known as "The Old Homestead Cave", is made up of 34 km of tunnels and chambers on four levels.  We had our headlamps out, and would have loved to explore, but the entry was locked to those without a permit, requiring proper equipment!!!



Remains of the old telegraph station at Eucla, being reclaimed by the dunes.

One quirky roadside attraction in the Nullarbor is the Skylab Museum at the Belladonia Roadhouse.  Back in 1979, the Skylab space station crashed into earth here.  The shire (like a county) sent the US a $400 bill for littering.  Jimmy Carter sent a letter of apology, which is on display in the museum, along with lots of pieces of the debris.  The word is, though, that the fine was never paid!!!

We got off the main, paved road several times to drive on the old dirt highway.  Great sense of history as we found a few old homesteads.  It really gave a feel for the isolation and harshness of life out here in the Nullarbor, which John Edward Eyre, the first European to cross it, called it "the sort of place one gets into in bad dreams"!!!





Main house of Koonalda Homestead. 



Shearer's cabin







Graveyard of old cars, whose Nullarbor journey came up a bit short here.

Toward the end of the Nullarbor crossing we crossed back into South Australia from Western Australia, where we've spent the past several months.  As we had some time before our scheduled ferry crossing to Tasmania, we decided to hit a couple of great national parks.


Gawler's "Organ Pipes", columnar basalt formations.
First up was the Gawler Ranges.  Somewhat remote, and completely empty at this time of year due to the summer heat, the park is a 4wd heaven, with most of the park requiring a 4x4 to really explore.  We literally had the entire park to ourselves, and went from campground to campground without seeing another person!!!  Eerie, and beautiful!!!









Black-shouldered kite watches over her nest of fledglings.



We could see two babies in the nest, there may have been others.





The booming town of Quorn, gateway to the Flinders Ranges National Park.

The Flinders Ranges was a terrific park.  Like Gawler, it was mostly deserted due to the heat.....and it was H-O-T.  Temps were hitting 43C (110F) in the heat of the day.  One ranger told us that if we wanted to hike, we needed to hit the trail really early, "before the sun boils the piss outta ya!!"  He had that right!  We hit the trail by about 6:30 for a climb to a beautiful lookout.  Really great views rewarded us for the effort....."Valle la pena" as our Spanish speaking friends would say....."worth it"!




Adding a rock to the summit cairn






A dramatic lightning storm hit us one evening.  Kind of a PITA when you're sleeping in a tent, but it did provide some fantastic clouds!








Adam got a bad ankle sprain on one of our Flinders hikes.....x-rays at a local hospital confirmed it was not broken, but looking at the images, the doc remarked, "wow, this foot has had a hard life"!!!!   Well, yeah, I guess!!!  Hopefully the ankle heals quickly.

We finally arrived in Melbourne, where we started this Australian odyssey.  (7 months on the road so far).  We were welcomed by our good cruising mates Don and Deb (s/v 'Buena Vista'), and took the train downtown for Australia Day celebrations.  Good fun, with a multi-cultural parade highlighting the city's ethnic diversity.

Also took in a fantastic David Hockney exhibit at the National Gallery of Victoria, displaying over 700 works from the last decade.  The artist has long been a favorite of Adam's, and his current work, drawn primarily on the iPad and iPhone, showed this creative master still at the top of his game at 79, embracing the new digital media as few others have.

iPad drawings taken to a new level!!!





Part of a beautiful series in Yosemite National Park





Series of portraits of family and friends


Full room display, "Blue Benches".



Now on the ferry to Tasmania.  Will rendevous with Don and Deb who have rented a camper van, and head out in search of Tasmanian devils.....adventures await!!!













Melbourne recedes in our wake as we head south to Tassie.