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5 March 2016
A clear, much colder morning greeted us when we woke, with the swamp covered by mist.
After an early breakfast we left for our next stop of Hat Head. We would have liked a cabin, but being Saturday we weren't hopeful and, sure enough ended up with a powered site. We couldn't book as we had been out of phone coverage.
Lots of people here but still plenty of room. The beach and creek are nice.
So here we are, crammed in with hundreds of other campers. While I prefer the quiet of the National Parks, it is nice to have clean toilets, hot showers and drinkable water on tap.
3 March 2016
Packed up quickly and had a quick dip in the river to cool off after the effort, then drove to the Polblue campground on the Northern side of the same national park. This is above 1400 metres and located next to the Polblue swamp.
It has open grassy areas with lots of trees and signs saying 'Branches may drop'. I picked a shaded spot with no branches directly overhead. We arrived rather late so only had a quick look around the campground before dinner and bed. There was a bit of mist or smoke around, lit by the sun shining through the trees.
At Gloucester River we had the air force flying over periodically, here we have dump trucks driving up and down the road, presumably delivering gravel for the roadworks.
4 March 2016
The swamp circuit walk is about three km but Bev wasn't feeling up to it, so I left her at the tent and went alone. An attractive walk but there were area of grass that had been dug up, by pigs I would guess.
When I returned we drove to a lookout, then to Polblue Falls.
During the afternoon I went chasing smaller things.
2 March 2016
Early in the morning we drove the 18km or so to Gloucester Tops to do a couple of short walks. The Gloucester Falls walk was a little disappointing as you don't get a good view of the falls. The River walk was pleasant and we saw this on the track.
It looked alive but didn't move when I stamped my foot or threw sticks at it, so we carefully walked around it off the track.
The fairy wrens were back for afternoon tea.
A bit of extra effort for dinner and we enjoyed some excellent steak.
We had the campground to ourselves for the night.