Our bush camp experience ended on Wednesday morning and we returned to Beaufort to re stock on provisions. Then it was off on the next leg of our journey to Dunkeld which is a small town at the foot of the Grampians. Yes we are still in the State of Victoria, Australia.
Dunkeld is the southern gateway to the Grampian's National Park and was named after the town in Scotland, I presume the National Park was also named after the range in Scotland but cannot find that written anywhere. On the evening when we arrived it felt like we were in Dunkeld, Scotland as it was a cold and windy November day and I needed a coat on to stand out and peg out the washing, yes even on our trip of a lifetime we still have to do the daily chores.
The campsite was not one of the best we have been on in terms of facilities. None of the toilet doors locked so one got the chance to practice singing all the latest hits from the 60's. When I returned to the toilets at dusk I spent about 5 mins hunting for the light switch when it suddenly went bright, they were on a sensor. Sensible idea but they went off again after 1 minute which left me sitting in the dark, still singing. Decided that I wouldn't bother with a shower as I would have had trouble finding the soap. What the site lacked in amenities it more than made up for in views. Right behind the town the soaring sandstone mountains of the Grampian's.
Before tea we went for a walk to the tourist office which was signposted above the garage opposite the camp site. The gentleman in there was very helpful and gave us a map of the Grampian's identifying 2 possible routes we could take. One was the route most travellers took; the bush would come right up to the road so there would not be a great deal to see. Before pointing out the second route he asked if we were in a caravan, as the other route was not suitable for them. We informed him it was a moterhome so he said we would be alright.
The second route went through the valley with the mountains on either side of us, along the route we might see some of the wild flowers, the might meant that we would need to get out of the van and have a look. He indicated on the map the best places to stop. He then said the road wound up through the mountains and was quite twisty in places. Here we go again! After spending quite a bit of time pointing out things we might see and being very helpful he suggested we call at the tourist information centre just up the road. This surprised us as we thought we were at the tourist information centre. We thanked him and moved up the road.
We went in and began looking around at leaflets when a lady came out and told us she was preparing for a meeting, through a few leaflets at us, pointed out the road and said goodbye. We have been thrown out of better places than that.
We returned to our 'home' to plan the next day's travels.