Final fling in Tasmania
Left Hobart for the Tasman Peninsula, where we camped in the national park and walked to Cape Huay, an archetypal example of fluted dolerite columns rising from the sea in cliff faces. We also briefly dropped into Port Arthur, even managing to slip in for free, as we weren’t interested in paying $25 each for the 30 minutes we could spare. The irony of slipping in illegally to such a famous penal colony was not lost on us!
We were on a mission at this point, running out of time in Tassie, so we kind of raced up the East Coast. Unfortunately the weather was consistently overcast and grey for the entire week, so the turquoise water on the beautiful coastline wasn’t very obvious – Wineglass Bay and Bay of Fires weren’t anything like the postcards!
Got in a surf just north of Bicheno where Tim wisely waited until after we’d got out of the water to disclose ‘You know, we ticked all the boxes for a shark attack there, it was an overcast day, there was a little warm freshwater stream running into the ocean, there were dogs playing on the shore, AND I peed in my wetsuit.’
We also drove through some of the areas that had been burnt out in the bushfires a couple of months ago. With Tassie rainfall, they were already starting to regenerate, the blackened trees were covered in green fuzz and the ground blanketed in green grass. And some people still had their sense of humour. There was a block for sale which was completely charred that had a big sign ‘For Sale 25ha - Fire Hazard Free’.
Caught up with Nics aunty Lyn and her partner Mike in St Helens which was good fun. Then went on to Devonport and had a lovely dinner and stayed the night with Vicki, which was also great. So after a bit of a drought we’ve had a run of friends and familiar faces.
So it was back on the Spirit of Tasmania (this time upgraded to a cabin – woo hoo!) and back to ‘The Mainland’. We are very sad to leave Tassie, we’ve both completely fallen in love with the place, and starting to feel like part of the landscape, we’ve been here that long.
We were on a mission at this point, running out of time in Tassie, so we kind of raced up the East Coast. Unfortunately the weather was consistently overcast and grey for the entire week, so the turquoise water on the beautiful coastline wasn’t very obvious – Wineglass Bay and Bay of Fires weren’t anything like the postcards!
Got in a surf just north of Bicheno where Tim wisely waited until after we’d got out of the water to disclose ‘You know, we ticked all the boxes for a shark attack there, it was an overcast day, there was a little warm freshwater stream running into the ocean, there were dogs playing on the shore, AND I peed in my wetsuit.’
We also drove through some of the areas that had been burnt out in the bushfires a couple of months ago. With Tassie rainfall, they were already starting to regenerate, the blackened trees were covered in green fuzz and the ground blanketed in green grass. And some people still had their sense of humour. There was a block for sale which was completely charred that had a big sign ‘For Sale 25ha - Fire Hazard Free’.
Caught up with Nics aunty Lyn and her partner Mike in St Helens which was good fun. Then went on to Devonport and had a lovely dinner and stayed the night with Vicki, which was also great. So after a bit of a drought we’ve had a run of friends and familiar faces.
So it was back on the Spirit of Tasmania (this time upgraded to a cabin – woo hoo!) and back to ‘The Mainland’. We are very sad to leave Tassie, we’ve both completely fallen in love with the place, and starting to feel like part of the landscape, we’ve been here that long.
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