Lake Macquarie

Lake Macquarie

Leaving Newcastle for Sydney, it was never our intention to visit Lake Macquarie.

The pilot notes and chart for the approach through the Swansea Channel just seemed a little daunting, with shifting sandbanks and incomplete dredging v's our 2.2 m draft. Best to get a local pilot they suggest - so why bother? I took a ride down there on 'The Beast' to check it out, and watched a yacht having fun and games as they convincingly snagged the mooring line around keel & rudder in the fast-flowing current at the bridge. Hmmm...

Swansea Channel

Then a chance conversation with a couple of locals at the NCYC seemed to suggest otherwise. They were now using a different, more effective dredger and, perhaps more importantly, a different dredging technique (removing the dredged sands completely), so the channel should be "no problem" at high tide. OK then.

Further investigation raised the question of which high tide. One has to cross the outer bar (actually a projecting coal seam) at local high tide obviously, then wait for a spell on one of the public moorings short of the bridge for one of the scheduled opening times.

But no rush, since high tide at the other end of the channel, one of the shallowest parts known as "The Dropover" into Lake Macquarie, occurs 3 hrs later than at the entrance! The lake has a very small tidal range, and simply empties through the narrow channel until about half tide, when it starts to re-fill. Varying slightly with actual lake levels due recent rainfall, barometric pressure, etc.

All went well on the day, never seeing less than 2 or 3 feet under the keel, which is just as well since, riding the flood, the boat was making 4 kts - even motoring at min RPM for steerage. Getting the navigation (mostly pilotage) wrong would result in riding up onto a sandbank a fair distance, at that speed!

Harlequin track, to and from the bridge

After a short but windy passage from Newcastle, and the concentration through the channel (solo on this leg), bursting out into the huge salt-water lake (Australia's largest) was like arriving in a different world.

The sun was shining, fishermen were everywhere (many jigging for squid), speedboats flew by with screaming kids on boogy-boards and doughnuts, yachts cruised more sedately past, everyone smiling and waving, having a whale of a time. And we nearly missed this!

Catalina memorial

First night we anchored off the WWII flying boat ramps at Rathmines (with all their history) then moved up to Marmong Point marina to collect Sue, inbound by train to Booragul station.

And so followed a week of exploring the various nooks and crannies of the northern (and deepest) half of the lake, sometimes at anchor but often overnighting at the public piers - not a problem, it seemed in the post-school holiday off season. Also alongside at the RMYC, Toronto, and even one night at the Wangi Wangi Workers Club pier. What a brilliant name!

Just chillin'...

Bottom line: thoroughly recommended, and I wouldn't let the Swansea Channel put anyone off visiting the lovely Lake Macquarie...