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Douglas-Apsley National Park

6/3/2013

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By this stage the car had died completely and was taking a holiday of it's own in the lovely town of Launceston. It was having the full spa experience while spending a little time on the waiting list for an alternator transplant!
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The Waterhole
Seeing as we had been interupted during our first trip into Douglas Apsley National Park, now, having some enforced leisure time on our hands, we headed back in with the hire car. It was a lovely warm afternoon, and we thought we might tackle the short walk in to the waterhole. The kids had been a bit dicey on walks since we did the canyon walk in Bright, which was long and hot, with no swim at the end!! We managed to convince Dom that it wasn't far, and neither it was. The path opened out onto one of the most beautiful pools of water we have seen.
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The water was crystal clear. Even when it was about a metre deep, you could see the bottom as clearly as if it had no water over it at all. It was so very tempting to have a drink, and so Emma, Isaac and Sascha got down for a sip. These three wouldn't make Gideon's army...I however, sipped watchfully and carefully. Dom got in on the act and had to have a slurp too. The drinking water for the town of Bicheno came from this very pool, just a little further down. It was so fresh and clean, and tasted like nothing, except really sweet.
As it was such a warm afternoon, Emma couldn't resist the urge to have a quick dip. We didn't have swimmers, but as there was nobody anywhere in sight, she stripped down and jumped in. It was quite refreshing by her account and so we all made our way around the bank to where she had gone in. Just then a group of grey hairs came to the end of the track, at the waterhole. They called out that it looked nice, and Emma replied "nice enough for me to go in in my undies!" The old guy said "we won't look" and at the same time, the ladies with him said "we won't tell".  There's something in that I think. The guys will say they won't look, but will anyway, and the girls will definitely look, but know how to keep quiet about it! Anyway, as they wandered around and took in the beauty of the place, the rest of us stripped down and jumped in too. It was heaven. The water was cool, but so wonderfully clean and clear. It was amazing to be swimming in water that you could just take a gulp of as you swam along.
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We were at the waterhole for nearly two hours, but it really didn't feel like that. It was so nice and peaceful, that you just didn't want the afternoon to turn into evening. It was another magic moment.
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Soaking it up
We spent a little while drying off and warming up, before the walk back out to the car. It was lovely to be in such a beautiful spot, with a little time to slow down and appreciate nature.
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Emma
12/4/2013 08:22:18 am

"Underwear" Paul, not undies! Sounds like I was topless! One thing you didn't share, as it wasn't so much a part of your experience, was the fear of the unknown. Despite the water being crystal clear, when you were swimming into the sunshine you could not see a thing in the water as the sun was reflecting off it so brightly! The pool got quite deep and I got a distinct case of the heeby jeebies while swimming over the top of a whole massive tree that had recently fallen into the water. I understand the fear of our forefathers and mothers that created the bunyip! There is something quite disturbing, in the midst of all the beaty, about what may lurk in the deep still waters... It's all about what you can't see, I think. If we'd had goggles and could swim under the water and see it all, I think it would have been even more spectacular... catching a glimpse of a shiny fish or eel is quite different to feeling something brush against your leg unexpectedly!!
The other thing was how slippery the stones under the water were. It was very difficult to walk and not fall over. Too cold in the deep to want to spend your whole time immersed, warm but too vulnerable, in water up to your knees, in wet daggy old underwear, about to fall over at any moment.
These two problems in no way detract from Paul's depiction of the day. It really was spectacular and a real highlight of the trip...but it had its own challenges to rise to!! And I was glad to be dried and back in my clothes by the time two young French backpackers arrived to enjoy the pool and it's beauty!!

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shannon
14/4/2013 08:04:50 pm

Emma, if they are old and daggy there undies! If they are nice and new Rosalee says you can call them knickers.

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