Our last trip to Wilson's Prom was about 6 years ago. It felt like time has flew and warped around. Looking back at some of the pictures on this blog of our trip, it felt like they were of another trip but it was actually of Wilson's Prom. It is good that the blog is my record of all the adventures we have done.
We stayed at Fish Creek Hotel this time even though the previous time was also at Fish Creek at a farm stay where we had a cottage to ourselves. In the morning when I went for a solitary walk, the herd of cows grazing nearby galloped to the fence line looking at me in a curious way. It scared the life out of me! This time, we were safely in a somewhat urban area and the only animals I could hear were the birds pecking on the tin roof of our motel block in the early morning.
We arrived on Easter Friday afternoon, having stopped at Leongatha for a prepacked lunch from home near the statue of Lenny and his horse. It was a really interesting story of a 9 year old boy who rode his horse from Leongatha to Sydney to watch the opening of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The journey there took him 2 months. Parents those days were really trusting.
Sea squirts at Picnic Beach. We went to Squeaky Beach and Picnic Beach on the last day We were at Wilson's Prom. Having walked 10 kms or more up Mt Bishop and around Tidal River, the legs were not having any more walking.
Lots of little mussels on Picnic Beach. They were stuck fast to the rocks and looked like clusters of algae. Did you know that mussels take 2 years to grow to edible size of 10 cms?
Squeaky Beach.
It was cloudy on Saturday but great for climbing Mt Bishop and stumbling upon this beach from a route near the toilet blocks at Tidal River. I believe it was the North Bay Beach and is the first stop to Little Oberon and Oberon Beach which we did not go to.
View from the top of Mt Bishop. It was a 7.8 kms walk across a moderately difficult track. A memorable event happened on the way down where Gaz slipped on some rock on the path and fell off the edge of the track. He nearly rolled down the mountain if it had not been for a tree stopping his fall.
Sunset from top of Mt Nichols. It was not a difficult climb but had nice views of the surrounding bushland.
One of the sculptures at Fish Creek. It turns in the wind but we couldn't wait for the right wind to blow to get it to turn to its more colourful side.










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