A Postcard to Dorrigo

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Driving from Armidale to Coff’s Harbour with my oldest daughter some years ago, I spot a sign for Dorrigo. The name sounds familiar. But why? We’re at the other end of the world, after all. In Australia. And not Sydney or Melbourne, but inland Australia.

Driving along, we pass any number of waterfalls on the way. Here’s Wollomombi Falls, there’s Ebor Falls. Not surprisingly: Highway B78 is better known as Waterfall Way. National parks and state forests abound in this part of Australia. There’s Cathedral Rock National Park, Guy Fawkes Nature Reserve…

Interesting names abound, too: Diehappy State Forest,  Nulla-Five Day State Forest, Tuckers Nob State Forest, Whisky Creek Road, Blackbutt Waking Track…

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Alex along Waterfall Way

Then Dorrigo, a somewhat unassuming little town in the clouds. We pass through and carry on – yet I can’t quite shake the name.

As we continue through the scenic landscape – now with Dorrigo National Park on our left and Bellinger River National Park on the right – I dig into the far reaches of my mind, trying to locate the memory.

Then it dawns on me. Julie, of course. A lovely Dorrigo girl and fellow exchange student from my high school days. And with the memory, her parents’ address. Funny what sticks in the mind even 20-odd years later. Though it makes sense, I suppose. Back then, we wrote letters, young ‘uns. Paper, envelopes, stamps.

We’ve lost touch, Julie and I. She married, I remember. And changed her name. But perhaps her parents know where to find her.

Dorrigo

So I turn around and go back to Dorrigo. Luckily, Alex is easy-going. Time for lunch, anyway, I reason. I think I spotted a bistro serving salad sandwiches while passing through earlier. We’ve become slightly addicted to those during this road trip. And wasn’t there a sweet shop, too?

Back in Dorrigo, I’m suddenly apprehensive. Can’t just show up on someone’s doorstep, can one? Especially someone’s parents’ doorstep. Instead I buy a stamp and a postcard. I scribble a greeting and my e-mail address – then send it to Julie c/o her parents. A postcard from Dorrigo – to Dorrigo.

After the salad sandwich lunch, we continue on towards Coff’s Harbour: through more magnificent landscape, past more waterfalls, ancient trees, misty rainforest. Dorrigo National Park forms part of the Gondwana Rainforests of Australia, a World Heritage site encompassing 41 parks in New South Wales and Queensland.

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The road is quite narrow (or at least it was in the early years of the millennium), so you can’t stop just anywhere. But there are lookouts here and there, and a skywalk at the visitor centre in Dorrigo National Park.

300 million years ago, Gondwana was once the southernmost of two supercontinents, comprising the southern hemisphere: Antarctica, South America, Africa, Australia, and even India and the Middle East. The other supercontinent, in case you were wondering, was Laurasia. And the name? Not aboriginal, as I had thought. But rather named after the Gondwana region in India.

It’s a fascinating landscape – one that draws you in, compels you to stop for a while – and wander through it. Time to plan another Australian road trip, I think. Taking better photos.

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And Julie? We returned home and I didn’t think much about it. Until one day, a few months later, I received an e-mail from her sister, telling me Julie had sadly died a few years earlier, only 35 years old. In the years since, I’ve thought of her frequently.

 

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Gondwana Rainforests of Australia is a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Here are more UNESCO World Heritage sites I have visited around the world.

 

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9 Comments

  1. Turkey's For Life 17 March 2016 at 1118 - Reply

    Aww, a lovely (and no-so-lovely) story. Sad that your friend had passed away but a great idea to send the postcard and nice that the family took the time to reply to you, too. You’ll always have those thoughts.
    Julia

  2. budget jan 18 March 2016 at 0500 - Reply

    It was just as well you decided not to turn up on the parent’s doorstep. How sad that Julie passed away at such a young age. I’ve not been to Dorrigo but it sounds beautiful on the Waterfall Way.

  3. Sorry about your friend.Great that you sent the postcard to the family! #travel photo thursday

  4. James 18 March 2016 at 2314 - Reply

    Sorry to hear about that … Dorrigo does sound like a beautiful place!

  5. Nancie 19 March 2016 at 0029 - Reply

    What a gorgeous part of Australia, Sophie! Sad to find out about Julie, but nice of her sister to let you know. Thanks for linking up this week. #TPThursday

  6. Marcia 22 March 2016 at 0234 - Reply

    Some very memorable place names here.
    It is interesting the things that stick in our minds; even more interesting that you were eventually able to recall the significance of the name. I was really expecting to read that you found her family and then her. Sorry you didn’t.

  7. Linda March 22 March 2016 at 1226 - Reply

    I was kind of expecting a story of you and your friend meeting again. The end of the story is quite sad, though.

    I think we all had that type of moment from time to time, when we see a name and can’t shake it out of our heads until we get that memory back.

  8. Mette 24 March 2016 at 1158 - Reply

    Sad end to an interesting journey through a part of the world that’s completely unknown to me.

  9. Christina 25 March 2016 at 1243 - Reply

    Dorrigo is a lovely part of the world. Actually the entire coast of northern NSW is beautiful. If you have time go further north to Murwillumbah and the Tweed Valley for lush scenery, beautiful beaches and quirky towns
    http://travel2next.com/mount-warning-tweed-valley-circuit/

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