Augusta – Albany

Karri and Jarrah, such  magnificent trees... but I'm sorry, I can't identify which this one is. A good bet would be Karri.

Karri and Jarrah, such magnificent trees… but I’m sorry, I can’t identify which this one is. A good bet would be Karri.

A wet and cold morning, but one which improved with time. Still stewing at having no Internet, I loaded up Camel and we headed in a vaguely easterly direction into brightening skies. Albany would surely have good Internet, wouldn’t it?

Cold or not, everything with flowering potential was bursting with colour. There are so many different kinds of wattle and three or four types were in flower along the road this morning, along with all manner of other flowering shrubs. The forests are home to huge populations of black-boys which, with the flickering of the light in my peripheral vision as I whizzed past, seemed to be dancing. ┬áIf only I had that sort of imagination I could create a fairy-tale of magic forest creatures…

Black-boys in the forest... dancing?

Black-boys in the forest… dancing?

Roadside rest areas are plentiful and well marked. When the sun finally burst out to stay I pulled into a particularly pretty one and photographed some of the flora.

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An hour or so later I pulled in for a ‘comfort stop’ and returned to find this parrot eyeballing Camel. He sidestepped this way and that, tipped his head on one side, then decided he didn’t really like us after all and flew away. Shame, really. I think Camel thought the parrot fancied her.

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Speaking of Camel, fuel consumption was good this morning, at 7.0 – 7.2 litres/100kms, but then we hit a sort of WA Bruxner Highway and it shot the fuel economy to ribbons.

Albany is a big city, and there is a great deal to see, so I must get my act together early tomorrow.

The photos I wanted to post yesterday:

The stubby, for those with beer on their minds...

The stubby, for those with beer on their minds…

... and the long-neck. So what ever became of the long-neck bottles of Swan?

… and the long-neck. So what ever became of the long-neck bottles of Swan?

Turning the corner. Beyond this bay - to the north - is Eagle Bay (for those who remember that great airline).

Turning the corner. Beyond this bay – to the north – is Eagle Bay (for those who remember that great airline).

The corner is turned. Now we head east.

The corner is turned. Now we head east.

 

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