Sunday, June 30, 2013

Only the log book could fit in there!

These trips must be wearing us out because it was yet another morning that we slept in. Luckily, Claire had the same idea and woke up even later than we did, but it wasn’t that bad since it gave us some time to pack up. Once Claire woke up, she informed us that she would take us to Cateract Gorge, but she would not be partaking in the hike since she has done it many times before. We were fine with this since it meant that we could do a little exploring on our own as well as search for more geocaches. As we made our way to the gorge, Claire also pointed out some other places that we could visit, so we definitely marked it down on our to do list. We finally arrived at the gorge and our exploring began. It was a pretty view from the start, with the suspension bridge spanning across the water.




After seeing the bridge, and knowing that’s the path our next geocache was on, we knew we were going in that direction. Soon enough we found ourselves on top of the bridge! Other couples wanted pictures on the bridge, so we quickly moved onward with our journey. Lauren wanted to take the path next to the water, so we got a few pictures and moved on. As we continued, we came across what could have been the tree of life!




Mama, remember the snake tree limb? Think I've found one better - the bear rock!
The gorge was turning out to be quite the journey with all the sights we were seeing, but now it was time for the real reason we were here – the geocache. Claire said she had never found this geocache, so this motivated us even more to find it! With the hint being, ‘The bench closest to the water’, we were wondering how hard it could be. As we approached the first set of benches, we searched and searched but nothing was found. We moved on and soon came across a couple of benches. Since the trail was about to end, Lauren and I both agreed that it had to be here. As we searched the benches, the closest one to the water first, we came across this tiny bullet size magnet that was attached to the underside of the bench. We both agreed that it couldn’t be it because nothing could fit in it. Yet, we pulled off the magnet, unscrewed the top, and sure enough there was a tiny scroll spun up inside. We were actually surprised at how tiny the scroll actually was!
Unfortunately we didn’t have a pencil, so we couldn’t sign our names saying we found it as well.  With our trail ending at the Gorge, we decided to head back to town and finish exploring. We ended up going to another museum, but this time it was more arts than science. With time zooming by, and knowing we had to get back soon, we started our journey back to Claire’s house. It didn’t take us long before we hit a McDonalds and decided that we needed some fries and ice cream to give us energy. Well deserved I would say. Once we got back to Claire’s house, we ended up doing some more geocaching in the park next to her house. We realized after finding the first geocache that people in Launceston don’t put great gifts inside their geocaches (except Claire, she puts jewelry inside of hers). The second geocache was just the same as we found a leaf, punch card for a hairdresser, an expired train ticket and already used lipstick. After finding that, we decided that we had enough and needed to get to the bus station to catch our ride to Hobart. Claire actually offered to drive us there which was super nice! We arrived and said our goodbyes as we hopped onto the bus. The ride wasn’t too terrible, slightly bumpy and dropping people off on the side of the road made for quite the journey. As we arrived in Hobart, one of Murray’s other surfer’s contacted us and told us to contact her when we arrived since she was planning to wait for us in town. With our stomach grumbling, we headed to the local wooly’s first to grab some pizzas for tonight; first time with an oven in a while! We contacted the other surfer and met up with her at the local bank. She took us up a long road where we finally made it to their house to shed all our warm clothes now sweaty from the long walk and cook our delicious Hawaiian pizzas. 
An old timey fire station for Lauren's dad

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