Travelling South: Sydney to Jervis bay
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| Sunset at Green Patch Beach |
Maps directs me via various motorways, tunnels and toll roads. Fortunately I managed to stay on my route despite losing navigation in the tunnels.
While I had put Royal National Park onto my route, I wasn't quite sure why, but National Falls, not far off the road had rave reviews, so I decided to visit. It's actually near the little town of Waterfall.
Maps was a little slow in telling me exactly where the parking area was and consequently I managed to damage part of my front left bumper bar on a rock that I did not see. 😞
A flapping bit was refastened to the main part of the bumper bar with the aid of a cable tie that I'd picked up on the Lost City track and put in my litter bag in the car. It was fortuitous that I had not emptied the bag.
The waterfall was quite nice but I've seen better.
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| National Falls from the 'unofficial' vantage point |
I diverted into Helensburg for fuel and paid top dollar (207c/l) for it, although I had seen a couple of petrol stations, somewhat cheaper at 193c/l on the way.
From there, my next stop was the scenic lookout at Bald Hill. I was quite astounded that there's no massive fence to prevent people falling off the edge and there's lots of people right down on the edge. I chose not to go quite that far. But the view is excellent and it's a great view down to the sea bridge which I shall be heading to next.
The drive through the forest down to Stanwell is rather stunning, narrow and windy of course.
I see a sign suggesting parking for pedestrian access to the Sea Cliff Bridge; I'm not convinced but I do see an absolutely beautiful lizard a little way down the track - about half a metre long.
I drive across the Sea Cliff Bridge and from time to time get glimpses of just what an amazing feat of engineering it is.
There is a parking area across the other side of the bridge so I pull over and walk back to investigated more closely. This really is a fabulous piece of engineering.
A little further on at Bulli, petrol is 185c/l so I give my car a treat and fill. Of course, further on it gets cheaper and cheaper and I think I saw it as low as 161 cents per litre!
I'm driving all day with the aircon on; the temperature is around the high twenties and at one stage it gets to 30 which is quite remarkable.
I skipped the spot at which I was going to go snorkeling because the access road was closed and continued trying to trying to contact Baker's Delight at Kyama about low FODMAP bread. Finally when I do get through to them, the last loaves has been picked up so I shall have to do without it.
I go through Green patch. I stop at the Boderee National Park office and that's all closed up but one very helpful gentleman, who's just coming out, helps me book online. I could probably have managed myself but it was quite nice of him because there was one point that was a bit a little bit tricky.
Then on to my campsite: #5 in Y section which was the campsite he said was a little excited about and it turns out is one that I have camped on before and it's rather lovely.
I head down to the beach for a quick walk and to look at the setting sun across the water. It's beautiful.
I do rather love Green Patch Campsite, particularly the section I've chosen to be in. The individual campsites are separated by vegetation and while there's a campsite almost directly opposite me, it's unoccupied and there's one diagonally opposite me in which I can see people doing things under their awning but they're quiet and there's some vegetation in between.
There was a boobook owl calling earlier and the frogs haven't stopped. There's at least one cheeky juvenile possum around, he has no fear and has come up and checked out my campsite while I'm sitting here including checking out my shoes to see if they are edible. He busily cleaned up one or two bits of food I had dropped while cooking, but since I cooled stir fried vegetables, I'm not overly concerned about that.
It makes an enormous change to cook dinner without a howling gale affecting the efficiency of my little butane gas stove, the one that I inherited from Mum and Dad's van travels, and without needing several layers of thermal on. It's 7:30 now and I'm thinking about putting a lightweight jacket on over my t-shirt. There's a mild cooler breeze for which I'm thankful because it was just so hot earlier.
The ablutions block here is spacious and more than adequate and has plenty of hot water including in the dishwashing sinks.
I thought I might swim in the morning, but there is a sign warning of Blue bottles so maybe I shall simply find some where to snorkel. A full wet suit should protect me from Blue bottles.
All my camping neigbours are well and truly tucked up by 8pm and all is quiet apart from the odd military (I presume) helicopter on manoeuvres overhead.
A few drops of rain a bit after 9 has me out of the car and adjusting my roof awning for drainage.
It's a hot night, and sleeping is difficult!
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