Saturday dawned with clear skies, whoopee, it meant we could go exploring! First it was to the Kalangadoo Market, where I had to wait in the car while Enivea shopped for organic vegetables. But I’m a patient dog, and usually get a nice reward when she returns to the car. Mmmmmm…… Kate’s pumpkin scones are yummy! Worth going to the market just for them!
Then it was on the road again, heading to some water – I was looking forward to that as I miss the river I used to paddle in. It was fun driving along a road we’d not been on before, cos after all, you just never know what you might smell!
A bit further along, we rounded a corner that boy, look at that! I’ve never seen a puddle as big as that before!
That’s Lake Leake, and it used to be a volcano, whatever that is. I wondered if it was called Leake cos it doesn’t hold water properly, but actually it was named after two brothers who were early white explorers to this area.
As soon as we got to the park, I checked out the water. It wasn’t cold at all – come on in I called to Enivea, but she didn’t….maybe she was worried about getting nipped by yabbies in the mud. But I love yabbies, and used to hunt them in the river at our last place. Just as I was getting to know the place, another dog turned up, and he was just as friendly as me, and happy to show me all his favourite spots.
Still, the road was calling – so was that dog’s owner…grrrrr…. – and away we went to the next lake, which is called Edward.
It’s not as large as Lake Leake, I guess he must have been the younger brother…..but a bonza place with plenty of bird life.
We began to walk around the lake on the circuit path, but it was pretty hot by then, and with the long grass Enivea was worried about tiger snakes, so we’ll do that another time. Apparently there’s a bird hide there too. Why do birds hide?
Instead we headed up a hill into the forest.
Well, we had our drink eventually, and then began our descent. Much easier going back down the hill. It’s months since I’ve had any hills to climb, and gee, it takes a bit of getting used to again. On the way back, we could just see bits of the lake through the native scrub.
Time to head for home and tell Frank (that cat) and Sally (my horse) all about our trip. Of course, I helped with the driving.