Feet


 

I first starting riding motorbikes on the farm when I was a kid. In the early 1970's I was riding road bikes and hung around with a bunch of motorcyclists from around Echuca. They all drank at the Falcon Hotel on Friday nights and planned their weekend from there. I soon started riding with them to the road race championships. We would go to Phillip Island, Sandown, Calder Raceway, McPhillamy Park, Amaroo and Oran Park. I followed the Crawford brothers and Ken Blake. I used to like watching the sidecars race and fantasised being the pillion on a sidecar. 

This unique bunch of friends each had knicknames. There was Rags, Hink, Feet, Billy, Hass, Westy, Toey, Gibby,  Puss, Pud, Beans, Bull, Snowy, Digga, Zac, Walkabout and others. Over the last 50 years some of them have taken their own lives or died in motorcycle accidents. Not good. I have lost touch with all of them and it was such a welcome surprise to get an email from Feet last week. Feet and I are godparents to Justin, Rags's oldest boy, now 40!!!

1973. Westy, myself and Feet at the now defunct Hume Weir Racetrack. 

1973. Westy, myself and Feet at the now defunct Hume Weir Racetrack. 

Our bikes at Phillip Island, 1973. Feet in the background, Beans, I think to the left. We travelled light, just a sleeping bag on the back and if it was cold we would have a bottle of Stones wrapped in the sleeping bag. 

Our bikes at Phillip Island, 1973. Feet in the background, Beans, I think to the left. We travelled light, just a sleeping bag on the back and if it was cold we would have a bottle of Stones wrapped in the sleeping bag. 

Feet on his newly repainted Honda 4. c1974

Feet on his newly repainted Honda 4. c1974

Last week Feet was thinking about me and wondering what I was up to. Not having my phone number or email address, (that kinda gives you a clue as to how long ago we drifted apart), he decided to google me. That only produced volumes of info about other family members and not me. So he gave up on the idea. A few days later he thought he'd try again and googled me and flicked through all the stuff about other family members until he saw a page that showed a photo of a pair of feet wearing shoes with a world map on them and swimming in some murky water. This tweaked his interest and he found more photos of these feet, sometimes with different shoes and in different waters. He was intrigued and kept exploring this link until Surprise! Surprise! he found a photo of me with the bike at Cradle Mountain. "That's her!!"  He'd found me and then realised all those feet photos were of my feet. So he contacted me and now he knows I live in Tasmania and  is still riding bikes. 

The first 'feet' photo. I'm in the North Atlantic Sea off the east coast of England. 

The first 'feet' photo. I'm in the North Atlantic Sea off the east coast of England. 

Brunei

Brunei

Private swimming pool in France

Private swimming pool in France

French Riviera

French Riviera

Start finish line at Barcelona MotoGP race track  

Start finish line at Barcelona MotoGP race track  

Camogli, Italy

Camogli, Italy

At home in Bass Strait

At home in Bass Strait

Cool waters on Bass Strait

Cool waters on Bass Strait

Brunei, second visit  

Brunei, second visit  

Off Korcula Island, Croatia  

Off Korcula Island, Croatia  

Challenge letter M


Maryanne and Steve want to see a photo of me with Rossi!! I would be the only person I know that has a photo of Rossi on the inside of their pantry door and has done so for the last 20 years. The understatement is I'm a big fan!!  They will donate to Sisterhood Soaps.

 

Sisterhood Soap

Sisterhood Soap

Steve and Maryanne. I don't think they realise Debora has photo bombed them. They have made a significant donation to www.preemptivelove.org

Steve and Maryanne. I don't think they realise Debora has photo bombed them. They have made a significant donation to www.preemptivelove.org

Even though I did not get to meet Rossi I did get to see him get a podium finish at the Barcelona MotoGP, 2018.  Going to the GP was incredible, I got a Silver Hospitality Ticket which I hoped would enhance my chances of meeting my hero and it gave me a great possie at the beginning of the finish strait.

Rossi on the big screen and in the flesh on the track in front of me.  

Rossi on the big screen and in the flesh on the track in front of me.  

I met first Steve and Maryanne at Cradle Mountain. They also work for Parks. I knew Steve was a motorcyclist and then it didn't take long before I realised he was also a big Rossi fan. Their challenge was very fitting. I tried and tried to meet Rossi, and failed, but I did meet and had the chance to chat with Jack Miller. also met a few Aussies that I hung out with for the weekend. 

The legendary number 46

The legendary number 46

 

Jack Miller, A fascinating and fast young Aussie MotoGP rider

Jack Miller, A fascinating and fast young Aussie MotoGP rider

I spent a lot of time in the main grandstand directly opposite Rossi's garage. I did get a wave from him.

I spent a lot of time in the main grandstand directly opposite Rossi's garage. I did get a wave from him.

These fellows from Switzerland were great company in the hospitality tent.  

These fellows from Switzerland were great company in the hospitality tent.  

Later in the afternoon of the last day they decided to put on a show for us!! 

My Aussie mates DR Rob from Hobart and Adrian ( sporting his new Jack Miller cap) from Mildura.  

My Aussie mates DR Rob from Hobart and Adrian ( sporting his new Jack Miller cap) from Mildura.  

DR Rob bought a second hand off-road bike in the UK and road it along many of the TET trails across the Pyrenees and from south to north along the Balkan Ranges, it finally clagged out in northern Italy where he left it and got a train to Paris and flew home. Adrian and my bikes travelled in the same container to and fro the UK. He rode his Hyabusa around much of Western Europe and Scandinavia clocking up an enormous number of trouble free kms. 

Three legged lady

 

Last year I was very keen to get to Malta, what with one thing and another I didn't get there.  

Whilst catching up with Margot in Rome and trying to get a snorkel in the Trevi Fountain, we were denied that opportunity! I asked her if she could get me a three legged lady pendant from Malta. 

Here we are in Rome, ready to go snorkelling? Together, we have snorkelled along the Ningaloo Reef, Christmas Island, Cocos Islands, Perentian Islands, Tioman Island, Espiritos Santo and off a small island near Singapore, our credentials were not enough to allow us to snorkel in Trevi Fountain though. 

Here we are in Rome, ready to go snorkelling? Together, we have snorkelled along the Ningaloo Reef, Christmas Island, Cocos Islands, Perentian Islands, Tioman Island, Espiritos Santo and off a small island near Singapore, our credentials were not enough to allow us to snorkel in Trevi Fountain though. 

By the Trevi Fountain after I'd thrown all my money into the fountain in the hope of bringing some luck to the electrical woes I was having with the bike. it worked! One week later I was back on the road, but no time to head south to Malta, hence my request to Margot.  

By the Trevi Fountain after I'd thrown all my money into the fountain in the hope of bringing some luck to the electrical woes I was having with the bike. it worked! One week later I was back on the road, but no time to head south to Malta, hence my request to Margot.  

Sicilian flag.    As it turns out my general knowledge is slack and Margot points out that the three legged lady is actually a symbol of Sicily.  

Sicilian flag.  

As it turns out my general knowledge is slack and Margot points out that the three legged lady is actually a symbol of Sicily.  


The symbol of Sicily known as the Trinacria or Triseklion is said to be derived from a myth about three nymphs. They are said to have danced all around the world gathering the best fruit, stones and soil, they then threw all of it into the sea and created Sicily. This is why, they say, the island has three corners which symbolise each feet of the nymphs. The three sheafs of wheat represent fertility and the head is of Medusa.

With a stretch of the imagination, I can identify with the three legged lady. I do dance (read: motorcycle) all around the world gathering fruit and veggies. I have a keen interest in geology and one day if I have a pet dog it will be called Jasper. I love rich fertile soil and some of the soil along Tassie NW coast is so rich and chocolatey, you could eat it!! 

Anyway she is not from Malta, but Sicily and Margot found me a beautiful silver pendant. 

 

 

My Medusa

My Medusa

Margot's note that came with the pendant. A very auspicious date!  

Margot's note that came with the pendant. A very auspicious date!  

Natasha McGhie Online

If you like functional and colourful swim wear, like I do, you need to visit Tash's Online shop. 

She has a range of rashi's and UFP leggings that are brilliant.  

I have a pair of leggings with one of her mandala designs. They are so comfortable, the waist band is wide and sculpted so it has great fit on your waistline. I've worn them swimming, snorkelling and kayaking. The fabric doesn't hold water and by the time I walk home from the beach ( all of the 55 seconds it takes me) I can walk straight inside as I'm not dripping water everywhere.  That's gotta be a plus right there!! 

My new leggings are comfy in the kayak.  

My new leggings are comfy in the kayak.  

Kayaking. 

Kayaking. 

Ready to go snorkelling at home on my beach.

Ready to go snorkelling at home on my beach.

Yes my new swimmers and leggings are fabulous. I'm thrilled with them.  

Yes my new swimmers and leggings are fabulous. I'm thrilled with them.  

Anyway I'm so stoked in the quality of the items ( secure stitching, flat seams, polyester fabric with velvety smooth feel and just enough spandex to make them fit and keep their shape what ever shape you are and what ever shape you are in!) Tash also has a line of leggings perfect for yoga too, they are shown under her 'stretch' tab. 

I've just ordered two new matching sets of rashi tops and leggings to take to Croatia for my next Mediterranean Sea adventure. 

I have also ordered a pair of boyleg swimmers. Tash's philosophy to be kind to our planet means the items are not made until ordered and even with my cheap skate freight option I only have to wait three weeks before I'm swimming in them. Pretty neat really!! 

The audience was on the edge of their seats

CRadle Mountain Film Festival extravaganza included the showing of Free Solo.

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Free Solo, is the National Geographic feature film of rock climber Alex Honnold's attempt to conquer the first free solo climb of famed El Capitan's 900m vertical rock face at Yosemite National Park.  

It was an exhausting 100 minutes as we watched Alex make several attempts to make this climb, we watched  him train, find a balance between his two loves, Sandi and free climbing.  

If you weren't on the edge of your seat from the beginning of the film; the last 20 minutes certainly had nearly everyone in the room on the edge of their seat or right off their seat and standing, holding their breathe, and in complete silence as Alex completed his epic climb. 

And he did it, I guarantee everyone in the room burst into applause there and then before the film finished. People sat down in relief and shuffled their butts back onto their seats!!

Congratulations Alex on your achievement.   

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Homesick for Hotham

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I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not??  

I’m at the Cradle Mountain Film Festival. Already I have recognised fellow presenters from the Adventure Travel Film Festival in Bright a few weeks ago. 

Nearly all the films on the first night were of snowscapes.  

Antartica featured prominently, maybe I should try and go there. After my first season working at Mt Hotham in 2005 I loved being surrounded by so much snow I even applied to ANARE for a job on Antartica. I wanted to be totally surrounded by the pureness of such a white landscape. 

As well as Antartica, other films documented the first peoples of NW Canada and the porcupine caribou and their struggle to protect their natural environment and culture from the marauding natural resource miners and drillers. Maybe I shall see some similarities when I visit Mongolia for a months motorcycling in July.  

The French Alps for extreme high country skiing for the Anna and Nat Segal was exciting heart in your mouth skiing and they even showed a snippet of Falls Creek in winter. 

What a great first night for the Festival. I went to sleep reminiscing about my Hotham days. Do I want to go back??? Time will provide the answer to this quandary.  

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B.O.M Rain gauge

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The weather station at Butlers Gorge, Tasmania is all that remains from the hydro village that was once home to over 3000 construction workers that built the Clarke dam wall and butlers gorge power station in the 1940’s. All part of Tasmania’s hydro scheme. 

This certainly isn’t the original rain gauge. 

This shows the BOM identification marks for the Butlers Girge rain gauge.     Several years ago, working at Cradle Mountain on the shuttle buses I mentioned to one of the drivers I was off to AgFest. I love going to farm machinery field days. Although the 80's and 90's I would take Nic to the Elmore Field Days in Victoria. It was equidistant between us and my Dad and brother Tony. It was always a good family catch up and we loved dragging around with Dad as he checked out what was new in his farming world. As Dad got older and started using a gopher and Yony and I had mobile phones we could always keep up with him and we seemed to spend the whole day phoning each other. Have you seen him? Where is he now? Trying to keep up with him was becoming stressful.   After Dad died I then stated going to the Henty Field Days in NSW and the after moving to Tassie, I started going to AgFest each year.   So this particular year I'm off to Agfest to buy myself a raingauge. Nigel, a fellow driver, bless his socks says he thinks he might have one for me. Next shift he brings me this beautiful old BOM raingauge. It belonged to a mate of his who was a BOM employee. Nigel inherited the rain gauge when he helped clean out his deceased mates shed. Lucky me! I live my new raingauge and am always checking and recording the rainfalls.  

This shows the BOM identification marks for the Butlers Girge rain gauge.

 

Several years ago, working at Cradle Mountain on the shuttle buses I mentioned to one of the drivers I was off to AgFest. I love going to farm machinery field days. Although the 80's and 90's I would take Nic to the Elmore Field Days in Victoria. It was equidistant between us and my Dad and brother Tony. It was always a good family catch up and we loved dragging around with Dad as he checked out what was new in his farming world. As Dad got older and started using a gopher and Yony and I had mobile phones we could always keep up with him and we seemed to spend the whole day phoning each other. Have you seen him? Where is he now? Trying to keep up with him was becoming stressful. 

After Dad died I then stated going to the Henty Field Days in NSW and the after moving to Tassie, I started going to AgFest each year. 

So this particular year I'm off to Agfest to buy myself a raingauge. Nigel, a fellow driver, bless his socks says he thinks he might have one for me. Next shift he brings me this beautiful old BOM raingauge. It belonged to a mate of his who was a BOM employee. Nigel inherited the rain gauge when he helped clean out his deceased mates shed. Lucky me! I live my new raingauge and am always checking and recording the rainfalls.  

My raingauge.  

My raingauge.  

BOM details on my raingauge. 

BOM details on my raingauge. 

And no names were mentioned

Coming home from an after work swim with a work mate, we are sitting in the warmth of the vehicle and I’m asked. . . 

You know that show on tv, do you watch it?? 

My animated response was Yes I do and the details of this conversation shall not leave this vehicle.  

We had an amazing chat about how we felt about the characters and how the story might play out.  

It was a very funny conversation without any names being mentioned, not even my colleagues!!! 

What show had we been watching??? 

September 1

During my presentation at the Adventure Travel Film Festival I mentioned I was co instigator of the National Wear Shorts to Work Day. We chose September the first as it’s the first day of spring. In fact Mel and I wear shorts to work every day from then until the long weekend in June. 

Mel and I both work at Cradle Mountain and it can snow any time of year so some days we might be wearing gloves and a beanie, but we still have our shorts on.  

Mel and I on September 1, 2016

Mel and I on September 1, 2016

I’m with Mr Wong, a visitor from China. He was delighted to be introduced to baby Curra. 

I’m with Mr Wong, a visitor from China. He was delighted to be introduced to baby Curra. 

2019 and Rupert, facilitator of the film festival and Manager of the Bright Brewery will expect all his staff to wear Long Pants To Work in September 1 this year as they are in shorts for the whole year. 

2019 and Rupert, facilitator of the film festival and Manager of the Bright Brewery will expect all his staff to wear Long Pants To Work in September 1 this year as they are in shorts for the whole year. 

Mitchell and Mel at Cradle Mountain, September 1, 2018.

Mitchell and Mel at Cradle Mountain, September 1, 2018.

My bike mechanic in Senigalia, Italy on September 1, 2018.  

My bike mechanic in Senigalia, Italy on September 1, 2018.  

Giant Freshwater Crayfish in Tasmania

Did you know??

If you are anywhere near Burnie, this facility is well worth a visit.  

If you are anywhere near Burnie, this facility is well worth a visit.  

The Lobster Ponds are 10 minutes from Wynyard on the end of a dirt road that takes you through some beautifully productive dairy country. It was built some time ago by a local farmer and since his death it had been run entirely by volunteers.  

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Even if you are not interested in the lobsters it is still worth the drive for the picturesque landscape and the cafe at the Ponds. The cafe is also run by volunteers. It has enormous picture windows facing the open farmland.  

You can easily while away an hour sitting on their couch enjoying a freshly made Devonshire tea!!! 

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The volunteers then take you on a guided tour of the Ponds sharing all their knowledge about these endangered critters.  Your tour begins here in one of the ponds, river water is diverted into this facility. The lobster are monitored and a breeding program is having some success.

Given a chance these critters can grow up to a claw-span of one metre. Their size alone makes them an easy target for raptors and poachers. The raptors get a good dinner and the poachers get a $1000 fine per lobster.  

Given a chance these critters can grow up to a claw-span of one metre. Their size alone makes them an easy target for raptors and poachers. The raptors get a good dinner and the poachers get a $1000 fine per lobster.  

just another example of the uniqueness of NW Tasmania. 

just another example of the uniqueness of NW Tasmania. 

This fellow is about the size of a decent saltwater cray.  

This fellow is about the size of a decent saltwater cray.  

A growing freshwater lobster will shed his shell every six months. This little fellow is one of the 2% of eggs that actually grow into lobsters. Not a very good success rate?       

A growing freshwater lobster will shed his shell every six months. This little fellow is one of the 2% of eggs that actually grow into lobsters. Not a very good success rate? 

 

 

one of our tasks while I was volunteering in the alpine garden in Switzerland last July was to build a pond. In the clean up after the avalanche wiped out much of the garden in the gully, we found a small spring.. Our first job was to build a depression that would hold the fresh cool water.. Andreas, the assistant gardener lined it and then told us where to put what rocks.  The pond probably took 24 hours to fill to its overflow point.  We then filled it with other rocks for the frogs and lots of sphagnum moss. 

I then teased Klaus, the garden director that I would donate a Tasmanian freshwater crayfish for his pond!!  

Our pond. 

Our pond. 

Klaus, the garden director. 

Klaus, the garden director. 

Best T Shirt Competition

Everyone has their favourite t shirt.  

I seldom wear a t shirt but here is a collection of other peoples fave t shirts. Feel free to send me a photo of you in yours. You can use the contact page if you like. Also I need suggestions for the collective noun for ‘t shirts’ please. 

Fiji Mark and his fave.  

Fiji Mark and his fave.  

Stall holder in Brunei  

Stall holder in Brunei  

BMW rider in Tasmania  

BMW rider in Tasmania  

And an old Leunig fave  

And an old Leunig fave  

One for Forrest Gump fans  

One for Forrest Gump fans  

Ever since buying a motogp tee shirt at Phillip Island a few years ago I've been a fan of the evolution series.  

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I was inspired by this tee shirt and then created my own. I had just evolved from the Thunderbird to the Bonneville and if you look closely at the graphics you will notice this.  

 

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I deliberately wore my Cradle Mountain Canyons tee shirt for this shot. Antho the owner and chief guide kindly built my (this) website. He has adapted the evolution graphic on the back of his tee shirt and I love it.  

At Dove Lake just before I headed off last year.  

At Dove Lake just before I headed off last year.  

Why does the last image have a banana in his pocket??  

Why does the last image have a banana in his pocket??  

And one for the Apple fans, I took this years ago at Phillip Island. 

And one for the Apple fans, I took this years ago at Phillip Island. 

and from the museum of Illusions in Zagreb 

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A for ALPS

With permission to brag I entertained the lovely ladies at ALPS with some tales from last year's trip. 

Their challenge to me was to do some gardening wearing traditional Swiss costume. If I did this, and I did they would donate to the local hospital and Make a Wish foundation  $150 to each worthy cause.

 

With Klaus, the head gardener at Schatzalp  

With Klaus, the head gardener at Schatzalp  

Some of my ALPS memorabilia  

Some of my ALPS memorabilia  

After my presentation at ALPS.  

After my presentation at ALPS.  

Gardening at Schatzalp!! 

Gardening at Schatzalp!! 

It started with a kick

12 months ago I was on the Spirit bringing my bike to Melbourne to load it into a shipping container bound for the UK. 

All the motorbikes were lined up in Devonport waiting to board the Spirit and somehow, I don't know how but the fellow parked next to me accidentally kicked me as he got himself onto his Spyder. No harm done and I didn't think anymore of it other than I decided not to park next to him on the ferry.  

After my meal I wandered around the ferry and was recognised by a group of motorcyclists I'd served at Cradle a few days earlier. We had an animated conversation about why this fellow would not give his postcode as part of the sale. All his mates joined in and it was a jovial conversation. Lo and behold if the kicker is not one of this group of happy gentlemen.  The kicker as it turns out is one Douglas Adams, not the author and his cheeky mate was not Zaphod Beeblebrox either.  I chatted with then for a while, the kicker owed me a drink!!  They regaled me with all their bike stories and it was a pleasant way to pass the evening. They then asked me where I was off to on my Himalayan. I told them a little of my plans. They were a bit astonished and were very generous offering suggestions for what spares and tools I should pack, and how to operate my SPOT and other general safety tips. All very much appreciated. They wanted to stay in touch to see how I fared. They followed me on the "blog".  Doug was brilliant in emailing helpful solutions to some of my electrical dilemmas while I was away  

Spyder Doug back in Tassie for another tour.  

Spyder Doug back in Tassie for another tour.  

Last week I was fortunate enough to spend another evening with them, in Tassie as they were back for another tour. I regaled them this time with some of my travel stories. It was a fun evening and for me it  brought back many happy memories of the journeys magic!! 

I now have an invitation to call in for a cuppa as I pass through 2336!!

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Ocean Girl

Larissa is the daughter of Klaus, the garden director from Schatzalp in Switzerland. She finished her two years of working and travelling in Australia with a week with me. 

Snorkelling, hiking, cooking and generally hanging out.  

Us doing our Kiwi impersonations. We sent this photo to her Dad. Didn’t get a response?? 

Us doing our Kiwi impersonations. We sent this photo to her Dad. Didn’t get a response?? 

She was stoked to see an echidna on the track.  

She was stoked to see an echidna on the track.  

and I found this baby echidna (puggle?) in the garden 

and I found this baby echidna (puggle?) in the garden 

She made the best curry, just using the veggies in the bottom of the fridge. They often make the best meals.  

She made the best curry, just using the veggies in the bottom of the fridge. They often make the best meals.  

Pixie in the forest.  

Pixie in the forest.  

On top of Mt Rufus in wind and rain.  

On top of Mt Rufus in wind and rain.  

Me on top of Rufus the previous week. In wind and smoke.  

Me on top of Rufus the previous week. In wind and smoke.  

Larissa the mermaid

Larissa the mermaid

Mermaid on a rock!  

Mermaid on a rock!  

her foot not mine. I'm not a flipper person, but thinking I might get a pair for when I start venturing out too far from the beach. 

her foot not mine. I'm not a flipper person, but thinking I might get a pair for when I start venturing out too far from the beach. 

Larissa's Dad. I worked for him for three weeks while I volunteered in the Swiss Alpine Garden at Schatzalp in Davos. 

Larissa's Dad. I worked for him for three weeks while I volunteered in the Swiss Alpine Garden at Schatzalp in Davos. 

It's that time of year again.

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This time last year Dr Rob talked me into going to Bright for the Film Festival and to use the trip as a practice ride with all my gear loaded on the bike.  

I attended the festival and loved it!!! 

I learnt a lot. The biggest thing was probably that I had way too much gear on the bike. I also met some pretty inspirational travellers.  

This year I will be attending again. With my bike and with much less luggage!! 

Yes I have learnt a thing or two  about motorcycle travelling in the last 12 months.  

 http://www.adventuretravelfilmfestival.com/bright-australia-festival/

Please use this link to find out more about this unique festival. 

Lake to lake

Tbc❣️❣️

I'm currently planning a lake to lake trip.  Dove Lake to Lake St Clair to Khuvsgul Lake to lake Baikal.  

That should cover the deepest lakes in the world and in Australia. Of course this will involve some more tripping around or floating in my current favourite lake---the Mediteranean Sea.

Now do I ride my bike and take my snorkel and mask ?? Doh!! Or both!!!

 

early morning at Dove Lake, always good for reflections. 

early morning at Dove Lake, always good for reflections. 

Roadside puddle on Dargo High Plains Road.  

Roadside puddle on Dargo High Plains Road.  

Magical moment on Cynthia Bay, Lake St Clair.  

Magical moment on Cynthia Bay, Lake St Clair.  

Lake St Clair is 167 m deep. It is shallow when compared to the worlds deepest lake. lake Baikal is 1637m deep. Ten times deeper than Lake St Clair. Australia's deepest Lake is located on a fault line ( a V- shaped fracture on the surface created by the movement of tectonic plates). During periods of of glaciation this fracture was gouged out by the action of ice. Later when the glaciers retreated, the now U-shaped valley filled with ice melt and rain.

Lake Khuvsgul in Mongolia. Hopefully I'll be able to add my own photo later in the year.  

Lake Khuvsgul in Mongolia. Hopefully I'll be able to add my own photo later in the year.  

On a recent visit to Lake St Clair 

On a recent visit to Lake St Clair