Over the last few days I’ve had my cousin Tony visiting from London. We’d not seen each other since we were children and have only in recent months been in contact once more. It’s been wonderful to catch up on old times, to reminisce over the fun and escapades that the band of Purton cousins had enjoyed together.
On Tuesday we decided to take a spin out to Lake Pedder, a place that holds great appeal for us both we discovered. The day started with the most amazing phenomenon here. Tony thought that the grass was covered with a huge mat of fine spiders’ webs. Under the cover of the fog that had crept into our yard, it had also woven its way through the orchard (chicken-wire) fence and spread out over the leafless branches of fruit trees.
Actually, the thought of an infestation of spiders was not especially pleasant, I have to admit. When I (bravely) went to take a closer look, I found it was actually network of the finest of water droplets, like gossamer threads, suspended in a semblance of spiders’ webs to be sure, though its formation was quite different.
I lifted some from the fork of a tree so that it spread out across my hands, to take to show to Tony. Where it touched my fingers it soon melted; however between them it remained intact. I would love it if anyone could tell me what it might be. Hoarfrost it has been suggested, but it wasn’t icy. Whatever it was, it is one of the most beautiful things I have seen in my entire life.
Our trip to Lake Pedder took us through valleys of dense fog, but as we drew closer to the lake and higher into the mountains, it largely dissipated so that the views were spectacular.
I wasn’t aware that the chalet at Lake Pedder had reopened and so we were able, thankfully, to get a hot coffee and look out over the lake from the warmth of the restaurant there.
After the day of enjoying incredibly spectacular scenery, we headed for home. As we neared Maydena an ominous sound came from the rear of the car. My mechanical knowledge is non-existent, Tony’s likewise. Closer inspection revealed a puncture. Ring the RACT? No mobile phone signal. It was then that we realised how fortunate we had been to make it into the township.
I wandered into a nearby house to ask to use their landline phone.
“No need for that.” said the kindly young man “I’ll change the tyre for you”. This, despite the fact he was obviously busy. In a matter of moments he had us under way again, for which we will be eternally grateful.
All in all, quite a day of adventure. Tony was spellbound by the majesty of the mountains and lakes of the region. He had hiked into the original Lake Pedder in the days of his youth, but had not seen it since the area was flooded. The new lake had shown us an entirely different perspective.
The colours and moods of the mountains and lake, even the sky, were memorable to say the least, and for any who love the quiet solitude of the wilderness, a trip to Strathgordon on Lake Pedder is a must.