Veronika Wild

  The Road Less Travelled I spent the next few hours driving over the Gog Range to Mole Creek. Google said the route I took was marginally shorter, although it had highlighted the other one via Sheffield (C137). This was in fact excellent advice. The hills and bends are still hair -raising, but it is sealed all the way, whereas the C157 which I took South from Stoodley, was practically single lane, had crests and right -angled bends and was partially unsealed. Heaven help anyone towing a caravan over this route. Fortunately it does eventually join the C137. What’s in a Name Speaking of Heaven, the only place I passed was the little hamlet of Beulah whose biblical name means the Gates of Heaven or "My heaven and home forever more"according to another version . A part from the shiny new fire station and hall, it looked as if it had seen better days. There were no shops or signs of life -just rusting car bodies in paddocks and houses with peeling paint. It’s name is t...

Campground at the Railton Pub Expecting to tackle Redwater Creek Falls the next day, I stayed at the campground at the Railton Hotel that night. I was the only person there. Perhaps the place rocks on Saturday nights or right through the summer. The manager/publican had already informed me somewhat tersely that there would be no counter meals tonight and the pub would be closing at 6 pm.  No problem I said. I still had some Wagu sausages and my main reason for staying was to have a shower. I’ve never seen so many signs. A few samples follow. One can only wonder what horrors the writer must have experienced to make them necessary, but everything was clean and tidy and the hot shower was extremely welcome. Sign of the times - this was one of 10   I always bring lots of things to do on trips like this. Since I even had a signal tonight I could have done some writing or I could have read one of the books I'd brought, but somehow I never feel like it.  I had just settled do...