Port Albert was much calmer today, and more pleasant without the gale force winds. Without the wind, the sun had much more bite already by seven in the morning. We watched boats launching, observed a beached sea star and chatted to a few other travellers.
Dad was particularly tired as his sunburn was intensely itchy, so hadn’t been able to sleep. A tired Dad is a grumpy Dad.
When I got up, Mum was just returning from the Sunday market with Lucy and Edmund. She told me that I had to come with her and help carry the bags of fruit that she’d bought.
By 10:10am we were pulling out of Port Albert, water tanks filled and toilet emptied. We were plotting to go to the daytime rest area listed in the camping book at Tarra Bulga State Park. We were planning on only staying a few hours as we expected it to be unremarkable. After Yarram and Devon, the road got progressively narrower and windier, and the scenery more beautiful. To our surprize, it was stunning! The road became unsafe to continue, so we pulled into a caravan park. It was very beautiful located in the forest with us a hop step and a jump from a clean-ish, cold flowing river with platipus burrows in the embankment.
We went up to the National Park and stopped at a spectacular water fall named “Tarra Falls” then cnotinued on to the visitors centre before walking a 2.4km return walk to a suspension bridge over a fern gorge.
Lucy, Susan and I were made to strip and swim in the river for our bath while Mum did the washing and Dad cooked dinner.