cliffs to the left encapsulate a vista
that is stunningly breath taking. A little
more time than expected prepping
the Tiger earlier in the day meant I
was arriving later than anticipated,
however the sinking sun playing on
the sandstone cliffs was spectacular,
and more than compensated for the
late departure.
Nearing Glen Davis and another
crossing over the Capertee River, a
single chimney stands resolute in
the centre of a paddock, standing as
a silent sentinel, a motionless guard
to a place steeped in history, a silent
salute to an industrial past.
The Glen Davis Boutique Hotel
sits in all its Art Deco glory as you
head towards the town camping
area. Large iron gates reinforce the
sign 'Pre-Booked Guests Only'. Once
owned by the Marist Brothers and
used as a retreat, the Glen Davis Boutique
Hotel is once again welcoming
guests, albeit pre-booked.
A camping area with toilets, hot
water and showers
to the Glen Davis ca
which is a testamen
work of the Glen Da
- the toilets are clea
is hot. Sheltered co
dotted throughout t
and shaded spots ab
looking for '5 millio
dation'.
Several other cam
in the park, a midd
a Skoda Wagon app
comfortable - they b
and a nod of the he
past. Across the pe
a rather large affair
al marquees, many
truck have been ass
down the slight hill
Tiger, offering a com
select a site to call h
2 nights.
The Tiger has beh
and the pre-trip far
themselves over the
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