I took myself on a road trip to South Australia via Cape Bridgewater, because I’d always wanted to have a look at the petrified forest there. But first, a visit to Erskine Falls just outside of Lorne.
I’d been to Erskine plenty of times in my late teens, but because I’ve killed off a few brain cells since then, I had no recollection of what it was like. Fancying that I was much fitter than I actually am, I decided I’d do the walk to the base of the falls. There’s a good path and a gazillion steps so my knees weren’t terribly happy about the idea, but I gave them a talking to and we soldiered on. It was worth it – especially because I got to see some tool who thought he could cross the river on a wet slippery log, not cross the river, but fall into it. I restrained my desire to applaud.
From Erskine, I drove on to Cape Bridgewater in time for sunset at the Petrified Forest. The forest is actually hollow tubes of limestone, eroded over millions of years due to rainfall. But you knew that, didn’t you? The landscape is a deep red colour, and stands in strange contrast to the wind farm immediately behind it. I stopped at the Blowholes as the sun sank into the sea, before heading off to Portland for the night.