Marysville 1

Go east, young men, so they did along with me to the town of Marysville. I'd forgotten about this nice art work at the entrance to the Mullum Mullum Tunnel.

The scenery was starting to look impressive as we motored along Maroondah Highway.

It looks damp up on the mountain, where we are headed.

We approached the town of Healesville.

Oh, care for a little gin?

Oh really. Must we stop at Aldi! Actually, it was a very convenient place to park and find some food to eat in the main street, after Phyllis spent some time in bling shops.

I popped in and added JayCee's name to welcome visitor list. 

The colourful plants were all over Healesville. I believe they are a type of rose.

Just east of Healesville is Maroondah Dam, where we stopped at a viewing point. 

We then hit the Black Spur and Phyllis was driving quite slowly but used the slow vehicle pull offs to let faster cars past. 

The ferns in the sunlight were just stunning.

And here we are at our caravan park cabin, with our balcony looking at the fast flowing Steavenson River. Bird life abounded, especially king parrots. Sue would have loved the location. 

My competent driver being embraced.

A male king parrot.

Who ended up with scratched arms. "Ondrewww, I am wounded!"

The cabin was a bit ordinary and did not pass the finger over the top of the fridge dust test. There were nicer cabins, but Marysville is quite an expensive place to stay, it would seem. I paid the same as I did for a one bedroom self contained flat, with a balcony on the edge of the centre of Sydney, with nice views. 

A relaxing tipple in the evening light for use on Brag Book. 

A (pied?) currawong. 

I felt the need to put something on the tree trunk to indicate its size, so a packet of pocket tissues did the job. It is big trunk. 

The park was fairly quiet on the Thursday night and we were without immediate neighbours in the row. Friday night, the hoards arrived.