20150904 Beedelup National Park to Pemberton
20150904 Hung over we stayed in bed till 10.30am when I heard a knock at the door and it was a guy from the council, you can’t camp here there's a caravan park down the road and I wouldn’t like to fine you, sorry but one of the locals told us we could but no worries I said, we will move on, the silly bugger, not only did we camped here we plugged into the power in the toilet and he couldn’t fine us as there are no signs saying “No Camping”, but as I didn't want to push our luck we packed up and left Nunnup.
Stopping at Beedelup National Park which surrounds Beedelup Brook, a name thought to have came from the Aboriginal word beedji, meaning sleep.
Our next stop was Pemberton which was once a township thriving off their Mill, initially to fulfil a contract for railway sleepers and the town quickly grew to several hundred people who were housed in low rental ‘Mill Houses’. We parked next to a church where we ended up camping the night, free, free again.
This was how in the early day the loggers would transport the huge Kerri trees one at a time to the Pemberton Mill, the mere size of this contraption alone is heavy enough let alone adding a huge log to it.
Pemberton is a pretty town that sinks into the lush green rolling hills of the valley and the lovely old Mill huts takes you back in time.
Stopping at Beedelup National Park which surrounds Beedelup Brook, a name thought to have came from the Aboriginal word beedji, meaning sleep.
The lush rolling hill of the valley is the scene before we enter the National Park.
Des is on the suspension bridge so, as he already thinks I’m trying to kill him, I rocked the bridge hoping to spook him only it didn’t faze him.
The Beedelup Falls
Best seen in winter or spring when they are in full flow with the winter rain and they have certainly had plenty of rain.
Des on the viewing platform, now here's my chance, surly no one will notice a leprechaun falling, he!he.
The wild flowers in W.A are so pretty and I haven’t even seen the best of them yet.
Karri Eucalyptus Tree
It is 75 m in height and 2.4 diameter and it took us a 30 minute walk one way just to see a hole in a tree and as Des was nursing a hangover, he wasn't impressed.
Our next stop was Pemberton which was once a township thriving off their Mill, initially to fulfil a contract for railway sleepers and the town quickly grew to several hundred people who were housed in low rental ‘Mill Houses’. We parked next to a church where we ended up camping the night, free, free again.
The Mill houses which established the physical character of the town and they are so cute.
This was how in the early day the loggers would transport the huge Kerri trees one at a time to the Pemberton Mill, the mere size of this contraption alone is heavy enough let alone adding a huge log to it.
This photo shows how the hurling of logs was once done.
Pemberton is a pretty town that sinks into the lush green rolling hills of the valley and the lovely old Mill huts takes you back in time.
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