Jack jumpers and spiders

I think i stirred things up with cleaning and blogging. I cleaned the house and the next day awakened to several small, dead spiders in the house. Maybe they ran out of insects to eat or I destroyed their webs. I purposely left two spiders as sentries over the doorway to the sun room to keep the house clean of bugs. I took photos of the dead spiders in the morning and one I ran into at the lighthouse in the afternoon

Kitchen spider Sun room spider Watchful spider at the lighthouse

Then I blogged about vacuuming spiders. I got to put it to the test yesterday.

First, Tim was clearing a trail, while I painted the lighthouse stairs. I had the better of the jobs because once again the views were phenomenal. The wind was howling around the lighthouse and the tower was singing and groaning and the stairs were actually vibrating. What fun!

Another beautiful day at the lighthouse
Ruinsa at the lighthouse and Erith Island
Tim was working away on Squally Trail and was bit by not one, but two, jack jumper ants. I wrote about them earlier and have a link to a photo here. Yikes. At least he didn’t have an allergic reaction to it, which is fairly common. Then to make matters worse, he came home to shower and while he was in the shower, a huntsman spider

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was on the outside of the shower door. He couldn’t get out of the shower because if he slid the door, it would have run inside the shower and they are surprisingly fast. He called me to get rid of it. I was hysterical laughing because it is so incredibly huge. I got a litre container and the mouth wasn’t big enough. Then when I moved towards it, the spider started to go in the shower. I could hardly stand, I was laughing so hard. I resorted to extreme measures and got out the vacuum. The spider is about 3X the diameter of the hose but I got it running and managed to suck it into the vacuum. Then we plugged up the hose with a paper towel. How long until it dies in there? And is there a flap to keep it in? I hope so. It may turn out the dead ones are actually more dangerous but the huntsman are so big and ugly.
Plugged vacuum

Cleaning day in paradise

Even though we live in paradise, we still have mundane chores to do. They are certainly easier when you can look out the window and enjoy a beautiful view. Yesterday, I was all over the island but today I hunkered down at home. Tim was off clearing Squally Track and I had some cleaning to do. The question I would like answered is, can spiders and bugs crawl back out of the vacuum??? There must be a security door at least in Australia because I hear a lot of people talk about vacuuming up those huntsmen spiders. I didn’t have anything nearly as ambitious as that but almost caught a lizard by accident in the sun porch.

Another gorgeous day

I spent time rereading more history about the group of islands and the people that explored or visited here. This group of islands was a land bridge between Wilson’s promontory in Victoria to the northwest and Flinders Island to the southeast. It flooded somewhere around 12,000 years ago but there is evidence of people living in a cave on Erith Island, 7,000 years ago. 7,000 years ago!

The Beagle (of Charles Darwin fame but without him on board) nearly floundered in the cove because of the current and williwaws. Captain Bligh, of Mutiny on the Bounty fame, was given two ships and sailed back to explore Tasmania after he was cast adrift. reading Matthew Flinders and George Bass proved there was a strait between Tasmania and Australia and named it after Bass. Flinders named the Kent Group after a colleague, William Kent, and then the islands seem to have been named after towns in Kent, England: Erith, Dover and Deal.

Erith Island has been visited by historians, naturalists, artists and writers for more than 40 years and their connection to the island helped preserve the original caretaker residence, which houses a museum they established. Every one who spends time here is moved by the experience. I know I am.

Dinner aboard the Young Endeavor

Young Endeavor in Garden Cove

We received a phone call in the afternoon from the Young Endeavor, anchored in Garden Cove. She is a 44 meter Naval Training Vessel, with a youth training program for kids aged 16-23. It focuses on personal development and growth sort of like Outward Bound and 10,000 kids have done it. This year they sailed with the Sydney Hobart racers as a support vessel. There is a crew of nine Royal Australian Navy personnel and 28 youths in training. A group came up to the lighthouse and then they invited us down for a tour of the boat. What a treat. The kids were a little green because they sailed here in 30 knot winds overnight and were happy to be on land, hugging trees? A cure for seasickness. They all climb the yard arms and have their first go at it in the dark so no one can really tell how high they are. By the end of the trip, they take over the ship for 24 hours and are observed by the Naval crew.

Aloft

The crew couldn’t have been nicer and more safety conscious. They met us on the beach with a dinghy and foul weather gear and lifejackets. There was a mildly dicey transfer to the ship from the bouncing dinghy up a ladder on the side. We had a grand tour and stayed for dinner! Very sweet. The wind picked up while we were aboard and we caught a ride back ashore. We landed in water up to our chests in the surf but luckily my glad bag kept my camera dry.

We hoped to watch them sail off today but for some reason they were delayed and our stomachs called us back home for lunch.

 

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Then as I was finishing this entry and enjoying a cuppa, they came sailing through Murray Pass. Tim hailed them on the radio to say goodbye and I ran up Barn Hill to catch some photos. They poked around Erith a bit and headed on to Wilson’s Promontory in Victoria.
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Now we’re thinking of sailing on Tall Ships as our next adventure. Tim as mate and me as cook. We looked up a few in Maine and they all use wood fired stoves in the kitchen and are all looking for cooks. What does that tell you?

Sunscreen vs. the sun

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A domestic aside.

The sun is amazingly strong here. My eyes take time to adjust every time I venture outside. Sunglasses have to be close at hand and are usually dangling around my neck. Skin cancer rates are almost epidemic in Australia. We are both fair, so we use sunscreen recommended by the Dermatologist, Neutrogena with Helioplex, and SPF shirts. The problem is the sunscreen leaves orange stains on clothing and pillowcases. At first I thought it was rust from the water but a little investigation on the internet revealed that yes indeed, sunscreen stains. One site even mentioned carotene as an ingredient. Carotene is the orange in carrots.

Twin tub washer

We use a cute little device called a twin tub washer here. You fill it with a hose, wash in one tub then move the clothes over to spin them. The downside is you see how dirty the water gets after the wash. Super duper cleaners

Most cleaning solvents here are “professional strength”, concentrated and 3X strength. But none could get out the stains. Tim had some really orange ones all over the collars and sleeves of his SPF shirts. One was white, so I scrubbed it, soaked it, bleached it, threw some vinegar in the water for good measure and used the 3X industrial strength cleaners. No luck. It remained orange and so did his tan one, which I was reluctant to bleach. The photo on the left is AFTER the wash.

After wash, before juice  After juice

So I thought about the sun. And I remembered my teens when lemon juice and sun were all the rage to lighten your hair and, in fact, my hair is getting bleached by the sun. I have good old lemon juice in the fridge so….I took some lemon juice and squirted it on the collars and turned the clothes line to face the sun. Within an hour the stains were gone. Why spend all this money on cleaning products when simple things like vinegar, baking soda, lemon juice and good old fashioned elbow grease do the trick?

Ironic that it took the sun to clean the sunscreen.

Lemon juice

Bush bashing

We went on an explore today and saw lots of new sites. What we didn’t see was the elusive pulpit rock.

This is not Pulpit Rock

But it is a beautiful outcropping of the island. We’ve been trying to find a rock off the tip of the island but can’t quite get to the right place. There’s a big hill in the way. We’ll get there yet. Today we walked a track and then made our way down a hill to get to Pegleg Beach, where we haven’t been before. I don’t think we found the best track but we got there. Pulpit rock will have to wait for another day.

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We saw Northeast Rock with one of the lights that replaced Deal Island’s light when they extinguished it in the 1990’s.

I found lots of animals and people in the rocks spilled along the coast. It helps pass the time while I slowly make my way across the rocks, any one of which could be an ankle or hip breaker or a widower maker.

Masked man Tim through the rock

Masked Man Tim through the rock

Old man in the sea

Old man in the sea

Daffy

Daffy Rock

Caught between

Caught between a rock and hard place

Oh noooooo!

This seaweed reminded me of Gumby and Mr. Bill

I spent the afternoon in the garden and then we walked up to the lighthouse to close it up for the day. We got there around sunset and there was a mist floating under us. Very cool. While there we found remnants of the old whim near the grave marker. Quite a day.

Above the mist Lighthouse and grave

Guest blogger, Tim

What is Tim doing all this time Lynne is busy brewing succulent stout, concocting 300 gourmet meals, growing tasty veggies, and working with her fiber? When he isn’t napping, he’s out cutting tracks (trails to North Americans). We have 7 of them totaling 15 kilometers. They need attention in varying degrees, using 5 methodologies: mowing, weed whacking (whipper snippering in Australian), sawing, pulling, and lopping. We tow a 3 blade mower behind our little toy truck for the compound and the longest part of 4 tracks.

Little Squally track

Truck and tow behind mower

When it gets too steep, I resort to a Stihl weed whacker, just like the one I bought for home and used on Bakers and Seguin Islands. It’s an art learning how to cut the ubiquitous and extremely tough grass tussocks and the metal blade attachments need sharpening with some frequency.

Tussock Grass

One of the tenets I live by–words of wisdom if ever I’ve read them– is written on the wall of the shed by some bored lighthouse keeper: “Time spent sharpening is time saved.” S. Maples, 1991.

Whacker Man

Pulling sea spurge is a Sisyphian task. The seeds are water born from the south coast of Australia and just keep coming. Come to think of it, all trail maintenance is endless. But I love the solitude and exercise and sense of accomplishment I get maintaining tracks even though Lynne and are the rare ones who actually walk all of them.

Needles and spindles

After two weeks of dry sunny weather, it’s been raining for three days. Not as much as up in Queensland where rivers have flooded and an area larger than Germany is covered in water. Five towns there were wiped out in the past couple of days with loss of lives and major property. We’re just having a little rain and lots of wind. So, I’ve been indoors knitting and spinning and baking.

This morning, i finished a pair of socks. I knit them from yarn I spun from a sheep named Blackie who lives in South Australia. I had just enough yarn to finish them with about a yard of yarn left over. They will be extremely warm and are a nice way to bring the fleece back to the States. At the same time, I’ve been spinning a mixture of Tasmanian Mohair and merino and haven’t decided what to knit with it. One can never have too many socks.

Here’s an update of what I have knit or spun since we arrived.

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Our work party managed to leave this morning. They tried yesterday but turned around due to crazy seas. There was a window this morning and they jumped through it. Last night we enjoyed self saucing pudding and a terrible movie. This morning I can hear my beer gurgling in the pantry and it’s a fairly soothing sound. Maybe even better than the beer itself.

We’ve had boaters in for tea and we’ve been invited aboard for tea. I used the words, “keen” and “bloody hell” without thinking twice the other day. No accent, just an expanded vocabulary. To clarify a further post, our friend Malcolm told us porkie comes from the cockney phrase, pork pie, which rhymes with lie. At least we haven’t been called seppies: septic tank, which rhymes with Yank who are full of –it. But maybe it’s just because most people think we are Canadian.

My lettuce is listing to the left

We are having a run of windy weather for a change, right when my seedlings are beginning to raise their little heads above the dirt. I spent the afternoon putting protection around them because gale winds are expected until Friday. I had to prop up the corn once again because the plants were leaning to leeward. Somehow the peas’ tendrils held on. I encountered my first whip snake since we have been here in the garden. No lives were lost in videotaping it but it wasn’t as timid as I had expected. Nonetheless, it left and I escaped unharmed.

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Here are links to my latest film adventures:

The Garden Gale and white lipped snake encounter

The gurgle of beer brewing; and

Birds taking a bath

Ok, so perhaps I need a new hobby.

I’m still spinning and knitting. I’m almost done with my second sock and am spinning tasmanian mohair with organic merino wool. Very nice.

Above the lighthouse

The Deal island Lighthouse doesn’t actually sit on the highest point on the island but it’s close. The lighthouse is officially at 305 meters and is 12.5 meters high. We climbed to the peak just next to it, which is higher but wasn’t a good site for the lighthouse because it’s only dirt and rocks. There’s more granite at the lighthouse site and it’s not as close to the edge of the cliffs.

Looking down at the lighthouse Survey marker at the island's high point, Deal Island
Survey marker at the high point
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It was hot and calm and we enjoyed a picnic lunch at the lighthouse. The wind came back with a vengeance today but we still had visitors. A lovely family of four on a trimaran, Mustang Sally.

Tim keeps trying to lure me to the edge of very high cliffs. Should I worry?

Should I worry?

View from 1000 feet to the rocks and surf below. There’s not enough perspective to really see how high we were.Should I worry? copy
But the views of Barn Hill, Dover and Erith islands were spectacular.
Barn Hill, Dover and Erith Islands, Kent Group

Island and house guests

I only need to look around at the rocks to find all sorts of interesting things. I met a GP from Sydney the other day who was happy to learn she wasn’t the only one seeing things.

How did I miss this duck?
I am not the only one who sees a duck here, am I?

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I wish I was imagining things instead of seeing the spiders I have found around the house. Apparently they are relatively harmless but I wouldn’t do well if I found one on me when I was sleeping.
A visitor told me they would probably only bite if provoked. I asked, “what if I screamed loudly?” He said you could try that. Actually, there would be no thought behind screaming if I found this on me. Chelsea had one inside a bus. I bet there was some screaming there.
Oddly enough, Australians almost uniformly fear ticks. I can handle ticks. It must be something about the devil you know…