Crossing the border from New South Wales into Victoria. "Victoria, The Place To Be"We left the somewhat desolate and windblown town of Lakes Entrance early this morning. I was tired from a late night lesson on the intricacies of Aussie Rules Football from Bones. As near as I can tell, the goal is to smash the head off anyone holding the ball, unless he caught it from someone else kicking it to him. In that case you have to leave them alone and watch them score easily.
I also learned that Bones has been everywhere. I mean everywhere on earth. I flipped through his picture album to see pictures of Bones riding his own camel in the mountains of Afghanistan, Bones climbing a 20,000ft mountain in the Andes, Bones playing cricket with Bhutanese monks. Basically Bones lives the life I would like to live, if I had the nerve to quit my job and sell all my posessions. Note to self, keep saving, retire before too old to hike across Himalayas....
After more driving through dusty dirt roads, we arrived at Wilson's Promontory National Park. This is the southernmost point of the Continent of Australia; and also the southernmost point either of us has ever been to at 39.13 degrees S. We walked along Squeaky Beach on our short hike.
Beyond these cold waves of the Southern Ocean lies the island of Tasmania and then Antarctica.
One of the benfits of taking a tour is that we got a chance to see wildlife in places where we would not have known to look on our own. Over the first six days of our trip we had not seen a single live kangaroo, and I was starting to think perhaps they had gone extinct and the Aussie government was covering it up to save tourism. Not so, Bones took us off road to an abandoned WWII airstrip where he knew there would be kangaroos. Sure enough we saw a couple dozen eating grass and bouncing around. The joeys and females bound away when you approach them, but the big males are not afraid and will let you get pretty close.
