tas-man wrote:My most vivid experience of crossing Bass Straight was the very first time on the Empress of Tasmania in December 1970, when I travelled from Brisbane to spend three weeks hiking in Tassie, and got to visit Lake Pedder before it was flooded. As the Empress approached the entry to Port Phillip on a clear and starry evening, there was a movement of the regulars from inside, putting on japara's and heading out to towards the front deck. We decided to follow suit as we could sense the anticipation and excitement. As the crowd stood at the railings along the front upper deck, we could see the starlight illuminating the waves breaking as the Empress approached from the calm water. Then the entertainment started! As the Empress hit the first wave, the spray showered the ship and the shouting crowd. As the wave was crested the bow plunged down, down into the next wave, and an even bigger shout greeted the drenching that came. I only lasted a few drenchings before I call it quits and went back inside, but it was something that I have never forgotten. Does anyone else remember this?
1) Do you mean the Princess of Tasmania or the Empress of Australia? Both have done the ferry job, the Princess earlier and the Empress replacing it (after a stint on the east coast, I think).
2) I assume you mean exiting from the Bay.
I've been in and out of Port Phillip Bay hundreds of times, and it's always a buzz. Unique body of water and the conditions there are always interesting. Sometimes even when it's dead flat in and out, the whirlpools from the tidal flows are so strong that a ship the size of the ferries will be jerked around a bit. In a small boat it's better than a roller coaster.
But the best is when you have a strong outgoing tide and a southerly wind behind a fair swell. You can get standing waves in The Rip then that are 5 metres high. We were going out for a dive in the Graveyard once in such conditions when the boat's motors died (fuel lines were mucked up). And, of course, we were smack bang in the middle of the shipping lane, with a massive container vessel bearing down on us and no way of moving.
Luckily another diveboat turned up in time and towed us out of the way. But it's eerie sitting there in a boat, with these walls of water on either side and the very top of a ship visible off in the distance.
I'm always outside when going through The Rip, regardless of the weather. One of the best places on the planet.