We then headed off early on Friday morning to spend three days on the Pieman River setting off from Corinna.
|Some of us get ready to be on the water quicker than others ...|
It was just a superb day. The river flow was fairly low in the smaller rivers and we got about 1.6kms up the Whyte River before being turned around by a series of log jams, 1.3kms up the Savage, including one portage over a log, before again being defeated by a large log jam and 2.6kms up the Donaldson to just above the first small rapid (Geoff wouldn't agree it actually classed as a rapid, but eventually grudgingly agreed to call it a 0.2 grade rapid). We were defeated a third time by a large log jam on this river as well immediately above this rapid.
|Setting off up the Pieman from Corinna.|
|Stopped by a log jam on the Whyte River |
(there were more logs behind the one you can see)
|Lunch break - swimming across to Lovers Falls.|
|Isa, refilling her water bottle from an incoming stream|
|Paddling up the Donaldson River|
|Log Jam on the Donaldson - no getting around this one.|
|The 3D maze that is river exploration.|
|Rest break on the way down the Pieman.|
|Wash Riding down the Pieman.|
The upper sections of the Donaldson were my favourite, although all three rivers were magical and I found my paddle pace naturally slowing as I headed further upstream and the kaleidoscope of forest and logs captured all of my senses.
We paddled right over the top of the partially sunken ship, the SS Croyden, on our way up the Savage without even noticing it (and I only just noticed it on the way down), we pulled into a lovely picnic (and camping) site just across from Lovers Falls for lunch and after lunch we decided to just swim across the river to check out the falls (almost getting run over by a boat in the process). Just for the record, there was also what looked like a good camping site just above the first log jam on the Savage with a beach area to pull the kayaks up on and what looked to be flat ground in the forest behind.
We had a bit of a sea breeze (headwind) for most of the trip down, and ended up pulling into the campsite at the Pieman Heads at just after 6pm. All up we had spent about 7 hours on the water and covered about 32km. The direct paddle from Corinna to Pieman Heads is only about 18kms, so you can see we took lots of detours.
The only downer for the day was finding out that my back hatch had been flooded by that boat that almost ran us over at Lovers Falls turning my two (library) books into a sodden mess.
A good meal and a magnificent sunset finished off a near perfect day as we nearly blinded ourselves staring at the sun looking out for the mythical "green flash".
|The moody sunset ...|
|... waiting for the green flash|
This is simply the most magnificent piece of coastline I've been to in Tasmania. The weather was perfect, and inviting rock pools just demanded a swim. We abandoned the track for much of our walk north, prefering instead to crunch our way through the lose rock beaches and over the rocky headlands. I won't blather on, I'll let the pictures describe the walk ...
|Isa and Geoff having a swim.|
|Fairly typical track|
We returned to camp late afternoon, and I weas fairly hot and ready for a swim before a quick paddle around the heads before dinner and another magnificent sunset on the beach ... and yes this time I did see the green flash ... I just didn't realise it until I googled it later. We settled down with some wine and port around the campfire to see the day out. Could this trip get any better?
|Transient footprint in the sand ...|
|A dolphin in the sand.|
We were on the water by 7am and it was a doddle of a paddle back to Corinna (just over 3 hours) despite a strong current.
|Misty flat paddle back to Corinna|
|Graham heading through the narrows.|
Back at Corinna we went for one last swim across the river (racing, and beating, the Fatman Barge back on the return) before starting the six hour drive back to Hobart.
|The Fatman Barge at Corinna.|
Note you lauch your kayaks to the left of the picture.
Yep, there was only one word for this trip: Perfection.
... now unforutunately I have to stop blogging about it and go and clean up all my gear, get my camera fixed, clean my clothes ... sigh.