Our roadtrip to Pinjarra

Well it was a beaut early morning when I chucked all the kiddies into the commodore, and set off down the road to a little old town called PINJARRA. This town lies on the banks of the Murray River and just a quick drive away from Mandurah, Although the district has been settled since the early 1830s, large tracts of land remain untouched and have an air of peace and tranquility. The main reason for most people to come down this way is to have a gander at The beaut old steam engines of the Hotham Valley Tourist Railway, which takes visitors on a nostalgic journey through lush farmlands, up the dramatic and beautiful Darling Scarp and up into the forest of Dwellingup.



The first thing that you see when you drive through Pinjarra ....... well okay the only thing worth looking at in Pinjarra, is an old park that you can just see through the trees as you cross over an old bridge in town. The bridge crosses the Murray River and with a quick turn you can park just outside an old Church, The church is the St John's Church which was consecrated in 1860 and the internal woodwork was completed by convicts at Fremantle..... pretty cool hay.
Then we walked down the walking track which took us under that old wooden bridge and into an old Park on the banks of the Murray river, where we had a play on the different things that it had. Like this chair which sits just near the river and you can sit their and just watch the water drift by.




Then we walked a bit further and come-upon these six wooden poles which each one had a different animal carved into it, as you can see each kiddie grabbed a pole for themselves and tried to climb them but only Jacko got up to the top.








As you can see Jacko's pole has a turtle on it and he loved it, you know then art is done like this it's pretty cool. You can see the work that has gone into it and you know it will last for a friggin' long time, maybe in about ten years time we can come back to this pole and get another photo hay...... cool!



Then off we went down the path until we came to the thing which we had come all this way to see, yes the old Suspension bridge which crosses the Marry river. You might of gathered by now that we have this thing for suspension bridges! .... well okay I have but the kiddies have to come for the ride, but thay really love crossing these bridges. This one means we have now been on three bridges, the one at Norsman and York and now this one at Pinjarra which I think is the longest (but i'm not sure). And i'm not joking when I say that without doubt this is the best one we have ever crossed, as Jacko would say 'It is soooo cool'.








Here are the little nevilles at the bridge.









Even me little bloke Oscar has become a bit of a lover of these bridges, but as soon as his brother Harrison started to swing himself (making the bridge swing) Oscar quickly changed his view. And before I knew it he was back holding me hand and cursing his bigger brother, I can't wait till he can talk, he's first words will probably be 'Stop taking me on those friggin' bridges'!!!



After we crossed the bridge about ten times..... well we drove a friggin' long way so I was getting my moneys worth. We went for a walk through town and grabbed some fish 'n chips at this little takeaway shop, and walked back to the church and went down behind it and sat on the banks of the Murray. And that was our day at Pinjarra which has without doubt the best walking bridge that our mob has ever come across, and i'm sure that we will pop back down this way again just for another trip over it.