Heading From Strahan To Hobart

by Brendon on May 19, 2009

After a great meal and a nice sleep we set out from the Regatta Hotel and headed 42 km away to the old copper mining town of Queenstown at the foot of bare mountains.

Riding in was a bit of a blur as we had typical West Coast drizzle and low cloud.  There was a lot to see, but we couldn’t actually see it.

We stopped at Queenstown and had a break for breakfast of toasted sandwiches and coffees.

It was back onto our trusty steeds for the ride out of Queenstown – 99 bends out of that town into the (mostly) bare hills.


We were headed for the hotel at Derwent Bridge, about 90 kms away through a misty rain and low cloud.

It was our worst day for weather, but it made a change from the blue skies.

We settled in for the cold, hard ride to Derwent Bridge and I managed to grab a few snaps of the guys along the way.




The pub at Derwent Bridge was a welcome relief – even more so when we discover it was a beautiful pub with an open fire and hot coffees!

We settled in to warm up and plan the rest of the day’s movements – we were thinking Lake St Clair, visit ‘The Wall’ (a carving exhibition) and then the country town of Ouse and onto Hobart.

brendon-poss-derwent-bridge-twsGolden Knob & Poss cuddle up

dave-kev-derwent-bridge-twsThe brother-in-laws keeping it in the family

After a few hot cups of coffee we headed out into clearer skies for nearby Lake St Clair (the source of the Derwent River) – a lovely wilderness centre overlooks the lake and offers a ton of information and walks.


‘The Wall’ was next on our list to see – about 6 kms out of Lake St Clair on the highway.

This is essentially an art gallery of a sculptor who works in wood.  He’s carving a massive 100 metre long work in Huon pine using strong Tasmanian foresty and Hydro Electric history for his inspiration.

There’s a $7.50 charge to enter which I didn’t quite get.  Much of the art work is for sale and ‘The Wall’ still has plenty of work to be completed.

Seemed like a bit of posturing to me and pretty words for not much value.

Heading For Strathgordon

From ‘The Wall’ it was decided that all the lads, except Golden Knob, would head for Strathgordon – the dam site of Lake Pedder.  Golden Knob was meeting some friends for dinner back in Hobart and solemnly handed on the ‘Captain’ title to his 2IC – Flyboy.

As the lads headed for the power station town of Tarreleah, Golden Knob pulled up to get the lads together again (as a good leader does!).

BMW Brake Safety System Kicked In

It turned out that Flyboy’s BMW had stopped due to a brake fault.

We sent Poss back for him, along with Riley.  After a bit of toing and froing it was found that Flyboy’s BMW had shut down because of the brake fault (turns out, in a million to 1 chance, that a tiny rock had lodged itself between a brake component making the back brake inoperable).

BMW Road Assist were on their way, along with Ian from Moto Adventure to co-ordinate things (the instant we had this issue Ian dealt with it and immediately left Hobart to help us out).

Lads Settled Into The Ouse Pub

The lads settled in for a while for a bite to eat and a few beers at the Ouse Pub before confirming Flyboy was A OK.  Then we headed for Hobart.

The ride between the little country town of Ouse and New Norfolk was fantastic, with rolling hills of many colours.

As we headed into Hobart we decided to stay down near the docks and pulled up at the old Telegraph Hotel.

The Quest on the Waterfront

The helpful bouncer there pointed us across the road to ‘The Quest’ – a modern, clean apartment style hotel that had family rooms that slept 3 for just $150 per night.

view-brooke-st-hobartThe Aurora Australis is docked directly opposite

Before you knew it the bikes were garaged, the lads were showered and shaved and sitting in the Telegraph Hotel Bar sending Flyboy, stuck on a mountain road 200 kms away, the following text message:

“We never leave a soldier behind……..usually.   Use your SAS training to find us in Hobart!”

(Flyboy tracked us down almost immediately – he made a phone call and then followed the smell of beer.)

Golden Knob went off for dinner with friends – to ‘Flathead’ in South Hobart – whilst the rest enjoyed the beers and pub food of the Telegraph.

Starting To Wind Down

It was now Friday night and the lads were starting to wind down after an amazing journey around the state.

Tomorrow the plan was to tackle Port Arthur.


Golden Knob