Rovin'

There was a fire through the Prom summer before last and its impact may be seen in large parts of the landscape.  Hard for us to imagine the place burning, given how lush and damp it all is.  Tidal River is wonderful in winter, scenic and empty.  A good combination. David mused about how it compares with Tasmania's wilderness areas and we agreed it is much more impacted upon than most of Tasmania. Human intervention everywhere to be seen. But this is wild by Victorian standards. 

The Tidal River wildlife was very accustomed to tourists, these crimson rosellas bathed strenuously in the puddles right near our caravan and the local population of big fat kookaburras were just as relaxed in our company, and in the company of the machinery mulching up some dead trees. 

 Very interested in that, they were. If Julia Gillard was a bird, I reckon she'd be a kookaburra. The sharp eyes, the keen wit, the laugh, the big beak and cranium, what do you think?

David's plastic window inserts were a huge success.  Now we can have light and look out at the scenery with the pop-top windows unzipped, without freezing. It's a beautiful thing.

I have to tell you about tonight's dinner, cooked in the camp kitchen at Eagle Point overlooking Lake King. We stopped at pretty little Foster on the way and bought what the lady at the fish shop called "pike" fillets.  She wasn't sure we'd like them, caught locally in the creek, a strong flavoured fish, a few bones perhaps.  Most people preferred the whiting, she said (at $52.90 a kilo). We were undeterred and handed over our $2.40 for two fillets. They were bloody beautiful, served up with Robyn's chili, Pam's lemons and some local potatoes. Then local Gippsland yoghurt with Helen's kiwis and new season navels.  Tomorrow, we leave Victoria and get as far north as we can in a day with Rover and Clover.