Showing posts with label bridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bridge. Show all posts

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Riverlands 2014 Part 1: Murray Bridge, Captain Proud and the river

This is where we're headed: South Australia's lovely Riverland ... the "mighty Murray" itself...
...but like any trip it all starts on the road. Early. Here's the South East Freeway with long morning shadows,
and we're headed for Murray Bridge. First stop: lunch on a genuine paddlewheel riverboat!
Being a sensible Mitsubishi Magna, Lola decides to take a pit stop not far out of town --
-- and as you wheel over the crest of the final hill, and leave the freeway, there's the flatlands laid out before you,
and the rural city of Murray Bridge itself.
First priority: stop for a cup of tea at Mobilong Precinct, a lovely park area with a view of the river --
-- and from Mobilong Precinct, you can actually see the riverboat at her moorings.
The Captain Proud is just beginning to take on passengers. But first --
-- being gardening enthusiasts, we couldn't resist photographing some of the gorgeous roses
at the Mobilong Precinct park. They had every kind imaginable...

On the riverfront wharf, where the Captain Proud moors, stands an original steam locomotive,
a relic of the days when the Murray River was a major freight mover.
Today, the Murray River doesn't move freight, but it's busy with recreational vessels of every kind...
...while the sky is just as busy with pelicans, welcome swallows and many other birds.
Water skiing is popular on many parts of the river, especially closer to Murray Bridge. And speaking
of welcome swallows (as in the previous caption), one got into this picture: bottom right corner!
The riverboat Captain Proud is taking on passengers in earnest now, so --
Time to board. Here's the view from the stern; and --
The dining room, where a great lunch will be served in about an hour's time; and --
The Captain Proud's salon, right on the waterline, down below.
The view from the upper deck, where passengers are welcome up beside the wheelhouse...
From a compartment down below, you can look out and see the paddlewheel turning.
And we're off! The Captain Proud has cast off moorings and is heading out into mid-river --
On the way out, you get a closeup view of the supports under the railway bridge. Check out that sign!
The riverbanks throng with houseboats, most of them for rent as holiday homes. Now, there's a thought...
From mid-water, you get an impression of how big the Murray River really is. Okay, it's not in the same
league as the Mississippi, but it's by no means small ... and it's the biggest one we have!
The Captain Proud headed downriver on this trip, toward Goolwa. On other trips, she heads north,
past Murray Bridge and toward Mannum.
Soon enough, she leaves behind the town and the riverbanks become lightly wooded, a little swampy,
a paradise for waterbirds.
Many bridges cross the river. Freight doesn't move on the river any longer, but it sure moves over it!
At this time in 2014 the water levels are pleasantly high. If we'd done this cruise a few years ago, it
would have been a very different story. Due to the drought, the river was dangerously low.
It's difficult to believe, from images like this, that only a couple of years ago South Australia was on
serious water rationing ... and the state was so worried, we built a desalination plant. Then it rained.
The course of the river has moved a little -- as you can tell from the dead, submerged trees.
All parts of the Murray River are paradise for pelicans, cormorants, herons, cranes, ducks, gulls, and more...
...and for humans too. How'd you like to be living in one of these places, with a boat landing right
at the bottom of your driveway? Whoa. That's some serious cash. But --
Right opposite, on the other bank, the river supports wide-scale agriculture...
-- including dairy, which is a thirsty industry indeed, and --
-- someone's having a go at olive growing here, which is a very smart move. This state is
tremendously proud of its olive oil, which is touted as the best in the world.
The wake of the Captain Proud. She's headed back to Murray Bridge now, but --
-- watch out for water skiers and power boats!
In fact, on this trip there was a "near miss", close enough to bring an officer from the river authorities
out to confer with the pilot of our riverboat. Some powerboat drivers are ... insane.
All along the river, thousands of willows were planted. The root masses of these trees stabilize the
riverbank. Without them, the wash from boats -- especially those powerboats -- would destroy
the bank. Willows have been used since the days when the river moved mass cargo.
And here we are back at the Captain Proud's moorings, after a great lunch, and with a long drive
ahead of us this afternoon --
We're headed out of Murray Bridge, next stops Mannum, Swan Reach, and Blanchetown.
The road goes ever on, as Tolkien said!
There are not too many places left in "accessible South Australia" that we haven't visited. Barossa, Clare Valley -- done. Mount Gambier, Keith, the limestone coast? Done. Fleurieu ... well, that's our backyard. But we hadn't "done" the Riverland yet, and we'd been wanting to, for years. So --

We booked a cabin at one of the tourist parks in Blanchetown, for overnight; we knew we'd be arriving very late and leaving very early. And all we needed to do was get a very early start on Saturday, and plan to be home late on Sunday, and we were in business.

On previous trips to Murray Bridge we'd seen (and photographed) the riverboat Captain Proud going by, loaded with passengers for their lunch cruise. Dave had been wanting to do this for some time, and since this was our 15th wedding anniversary trip -- why not? So we had to be in Murray Bridge for a certain time, to meet the riverboat, but after that the schedule was wide open.

Lunch aboard the Captain Proud was very good: traditional food and plenty of it. Roast and veggies, with apple crumble for dessert. Compliments to all the staff for a lovely experience all around. We'd like to do it again some time!

The cruise is three hours, then you're back on dry land -- in the car, in fact, and headed out for the next leg of the trip. This would take us from Murray Bridge in the late(ish) afternoon, to Blanchetown in the gold of the evening ... dawn on the river next morning, and then east, waaay east, into parts of the state we'd never visited.

That's where we'll be going in the next post in this series.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Alaska Memories: four seasons in one post

Summer in Alaska ... is there any more beautiful place in the world? I fell in love with it in a heartbeat --
-- and the way to explore the Great Land is by road. This Pontiac Sunfire did a lot a miles!
Alaska is a land of many rivers, spanned by bridges of every design imaginable, and right beside this one --
The Fur Shack, Alaskrafts, Northern Treasures. Dave is in the shot here ... look for the great legs, at right!
Summer in the Alaskan interior is a home for migratory birds. These are a kind of crane, which stops to graze
at Creamers Field, right outside Fairbanks...
A summer shower falls over the hills behind Creamers Field while --
birds flock overhead, headed from one feeding ground to the next...
Creamers Field was once a dairy -- duh -- but the facilities were long abandoned when these shots were
taken. In fact, it was already a State Migratory Waterfowl Refuge...
-- and today Creamers Field attracts campers, hikers, bird watchers from all over the world.
In fact, try this: http://www.creamersfield.org/
Nice lens flare here, if I do say so myself! The trick? Umm ... breathe on the lens. Honestly.
Summertime brings Alaska alive. You might not guess it, just glancing at this shot, but this is
Lake Hood -- attached to Anchorage Airport, and it's the busiest float plane facility in the world. 
Dozens of float plane flights leave or arrive on Lake Hood every hour throughout summer...
Calm waters, the Chugach Mountains for a backdrop, a blue sky day --
what more could you ask for?
The  heavy drone of big prop engines is a constant companion in Alaska in all seasons... this is a
Rust's Flying Service flight arriving home in 1998. Rust are still flying in 2014...
Many planes belong to private pilots and are parked, or moored, right there on the shores of Lake Hood...
The Chugach looks serene and pretty on a summer's morning...
...but looks are deceiving. The weather can change on a dime, and as often as not an Alaskan summer
will do this to you...
It's so dim, you're shooting 400 film at 10:30 in the morning! Cloud hangs low on the mountains
behind the Anchorage Airport light airplane field... 
Yep, it's been raining. It'll be raining again before long, and it's so humid, it feels almost hot,
even though it's only about 48 degrees Fahrenheit on this (!) summer morning. 
There's a sign there somewhere: give way to planes. A float plane heads for Lake Hood to depart --
-- and with rain impending, the photographer also departs ... to the terminal building. Starbucks. Coffee. Yeah.
But summer isn't always so grim in Alaska -- it can just as easily look like this:
There are at least two Summit Lakes in Alaska (and at least one more in BC). This is the Summit Lake
at Moose Pass, in glorious weather. 
Summit Lake at Moose Pass ... not quite visible at the resolution of this image
are the canoes for hire, on the opposite shore of the lake.
Somewhere at Moose Pass is a restaurant that makes the most fantastic burgers ...
Make the most of summer's long hours of daylight --
Welcome to beautiful downtown Talkeetna.
Dave's snapshot of Jade ... why is there a Canadian flag in the barrow?
Probably, there's a Canadian mountain climbing team in town.
And speaking of Summit Lake -- here's the one near Paxon, much further north.
The weather was changing as these images were captured. These
photos have been heavily "tweaked" to make them bright and
colorful. Later this same day, it bucketed down...
...and the rain kept falling. The creeks and lakes on the Chena Hot Springs Road were brimming; many overflowed...
With Chena Hot Springs Road about a foot underwater, Dave said to me, "Hop out of the car. I'll drive on,
turn around and speed through this coming back -- get pictures!" Pontiac Sunfire pluming water.
Chena Hot springs retort itself ... and you'll notice the flooding in the foreground!
And here is the hot spring itself ... boiling hot ... with a storm front coming in right behind the spa --
Dave soaks in the hot mineral waters: Chena Hot springs, Alaska.
Make the most of it, because fall is so close, you can taste it, and...
Fairbanks fall colors. Before you know it, the hills turn to a fantasy of elven gold.
Everywhere you look, every hillside, is gold -- for a brief handful of days: Fairbanks autumn, 1999.
The trail beckons the unwary traveler into an enchanted forest... Tolkien would have liked this.
Fairbanks fall colors don't last very long. When they happen, grab the cameras and run! Because --
The end of summer announces itself early with "termination dust" on the high slopes: early snow that can
fall even in July, and one day it sticks, and then there's more of it, and even more, and...
Suddenly the fall colors are gone and the birch looks naked...
Winter isn't far away: time to break out the warm clothes, because...
Alaska winter scenes ... the world looks so pretty --
Everything looks like a Christmas card! But winter is settling in,
and in Fairbanks it'll stay a long, long time.
The silence is profound. As an Australian, Jade had never heard (not heard?) anything like it. Dave remained
unimpressed and wondered what in the world she was taking pictures of. "The snow, dear." Hunh?!
Dave continues to look unimpressed -- watching the dog races start in downtown Fairbanks -- and
by now, this is March. Spring! You wouldn't know it, to look at the picture, but this is March.
Fairbanks dog mushing action. It all happens in March, before breakup can spoil the snow conditions...
Dog mushing is a national pastime in Fairbanks. On the many trails through the hills and woods,
hikers and cyclists must pull over and "give way to dog teams." Posted signs insist on it.
It's very cold -- or an Aussie thought so! -- but the snow conditions are perfect for mushing...
now, those are some happy dogs.
Fairbanks dog mushing pictures -- as rescued after 15 years! These pictures have been scanned and
enhanced to fix the spoiled colors, and painted to remove a lot of surface damage. Nice!
Like a scene from Snow Dogs, right? A blue sky day, perfect snow ... a little traveling music, please!

The captions on the images tell the whole story, so I'm not going to write too much here. It's been a lot of fun scanning these images, but there was a heck of a lot of work to be done to save them. They're anything up to 17 years old now, and many more are sitting in a box going redder with each passing month. If there was ever a rationalization for switching to digital, this is it!

Back soon with more, when I've run the scanner again.
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