I am currently in that happy after-glow of a weekend away mixed with the general displeasure of being back at home and not somewhere more exciting.
We set off on Friday morning on the longest road trip we have ever done with the kids. They did remarkably well considering how long they were in the car for.
Starting from the general region of Sunbury and heading to Portland, we stopped in Colac for something to eat and a play at the playground.
We arrived in Portland in the late afternoon and headed out for dinner on the foreshore after checking in to our motel. Absolutely loving it and already starting to relax. Driving tires us out and we were all asleep by 8:30 that night.
The next morning we headed off bright and early on a 90 minute drive to the Princess Margaret Rose Caves. The caves are situated in the Lower Glenelg National Park that straddles the border of Victoria and South Australia. The morning was misty and damp and the road to the caves was surrounded by gorgeous green forest and the occasional glimpse of ocean, before turning inland and heading up the border.
Driving up Border Road, I have never seen so much road kill on one stretch of road. It was rather unpleasant.
We arrived at the Caves at 10am, a full hour ahead of our tour time, so we had time to explore the National Park and see some living wildlife.
Then it was time for the Cave Tour. The tour starts with 68 steps down to the floor of the cave. The stairs pass under the original entrance which was a 17m hole in the ground discovered by Mr Keith McEachern in 1936. He and his wife built the staircase and opened the caves to the public in 1941.
Here’s some photos of pillars and stalactites and stalagmites.
The caves were enjoyed immensely by Millar, our aspiring spelunker and the reason we chose to visit the caves. Xanthe, on the other hand, became bored after about five minutes and then suddenly claustrophobic. At the end of the tour she ran up the stairs with me struggling to catch up behind her. She could not get out of there fast enough. However, later that day she said she wanted to go back. Argghh! Three year olds!
Back to Portland and back to the motel. We spent the afternoon relaxing and then BBQing. My heavily pregnant body was exhausted and I was hoping for another early night and a great night’s sleep but Xanthe had other plans. She suddenly developed an earache that had her yelling and crying in pain every 30 minutes for most of the night. Portland has no late night chemists and none of the supermarkets sold paracetamol or anything suitable for her age group and we had left ours at home. That’s the last time we’ll make that stupid mistake. Xanthe started feeling better at around 2:30am, thankfully.
On the road again at 8:30am with plans to drive the coastal route along the Great Ocean Road for a more scenic experience. We arrived home just after 6pm, so it was a full day of driving, but worth every minute.
I’m already looking forward to our next trip and have an urge to start planning immediately. But I think I may have to wait until after this baby is born. I was already struggling with my giant baby belly and it’s only going to get bigger.