It seemed surreal to be heading off to the airport! On arrival in Hobart, we got a
surly taxi driver to take us the short distance to the motorhome pickup, where we
were starting to get a bit excited!
Matt took to the bus quite well, although
the auto transmission was a bit rubbish, and we nearly ended up squished in a
bridge as many lanes converged,but we survived. We ended up at Snug Caravan
Park, where we got a powered site for the night – I think the woman was quite
astounded by my appearance. We enjoyed a walk along the river before we got pizzled
with rain, then had roast chook in the bus for dinner! (We’d stopped at the IGA and
the pub for the necessaries.) Making the bed was an adventure – as Matt lifted
the mattress from inside to tuck the sheets in, he biffed me out the back barn
doors! The camp kitchen had a fire and was alive with people, so of course Matt
went to talk to folk after dinner whilst I had a nice hot shower – the shower
on the van is tiny, and the toilet is a bit daunting! We finally got the tv
working but there was nothing to watch and bed called – not the most wonderful
of sleeps and it was a long night – I’m sure it will get better.
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| Snug seaside |
We went for a short walk in the morning before heading off
in search of coffee (winning – saw a bunneh and a possibly feral kitteh). We
found a wonderful café in Woodbridge with a warm fire, welcoming environment
and lovely things, and a menu that tempted us past our own eggs and salmon!
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Onwards to Huonville, where we had our parks pass validated, then we continued on to Southport, and decided to keep
going to Cockle Creek – the furthest you can go. The road became unsealed for
19km about which we were a bit uncertain – it was a slightly tortuous trip over
corrugations at low speeds, but it did get better and we settled in to a camp
at Catamaran Bay. We walked along the beach (took kelp photos) and gathered
fire wood to have a fire in the grotto by the creek behind our van, drinks in
hand. It became cold and we retired at 5 o’clock! No tv, no signal, glad I
brought a book! By 6:30pm we were snuggled up in bed.
Kelp 'crab'
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Catamaran Bay Camp
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Despite the early downs it was late ups at 7am for plunger
coffee in the pizzle across the road before heading back up to Hobart. Most
things were still closed so it was until Kingston that we had a curried scallop
pie and excellent coffee at Banjo’s – a bakery very much a dead ringer for
Brumby’s. We navigated through Hobart and then onto unchartered waters where
Matt had never travelled before as we headed to New Norfolk. We stopped there
and refuelled, and checked out the local street market which wasn’t too bad.
From here it was on the road to Queenstown with a detour to the National Park
to visit the spectacular Russell Falls – a double bunger!
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| Russell Falls |
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| Queenstown |
The rainforest was so dank, with moss covering everything up to half way, and some fungi spotted. I enjoyed being a passenger looking down on to the river, which was also very dark. Back at Westaway we stopped off at the Raspberry Farm to get some of Frank’s Raspberry and Pear cider, a box of raspberries, and a taste of raspberry sorbet – not as good as Mum’s!
It was then a long drive to Queenstown through a variety of environments – I did get the nods for while – but I loved seeing the green moss verges. The final stretch through to Queenstown was pretty taxing for Matt with some hairpin curves (99) and I’m sure he was grateful to stop in Queenstown. The lovely Caravan Park owner (one of the best we stayed at – beautiful bathrooms with bathmats!) dropped us in to the pub where they had run out of specials and vegetables!
Woke in time to cook scrambled eggs with chicken before heading down to see if we could jag it on the train – so close! A couple were happy to adopt me in their carriage, but there wasn’t room for two – capacity reduced due to Covid – we nearly got in…....! I was quite disappointed. We visited the bizarre, random, type-written notes Queenstown Museum before driving through yet more curves which put me to sleep again on the way to Strahan. Which was quite disappointing in not being the bustling harbourside town – I know, it’s Sunday and ANZAC day but….. We decided we didn’t want to spend a few days here so shifted the river cruise to tomorrow. We drove out around the Gordon River to visit Hogarth Falls – a nice 40min return walk.
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| Hogarth Falls |
We checked into the Strahan Holiday Park and went over the road (which looks a lot like Lota) to enjoy a drink before the chill started to come down.
We were up in plenty of time for the river cruise – it was
an enjoyable day, with a tour to Hells Gates, then a stop off at Sarah Island
for a tour, where I learned that what I had been calling pizzle is known as
mizzle! It was so dank and cold.
I tried to stay outside on the deck as much as possible to
experience the forest along the river, with trips inside to warm up. Lunch was
some lovely salmon, cheeses, bread roll and some meats, which unfortunately
later affected our tummies – not good in a camper van! Cruising down the river
we learned the history of the protests against the Franklin River Dam which I
vaguely remember from my childhood. We
had a wine on deck, Matt went to chat to the captain, then as the weather
closed in we had a little snoozle in the seats! On our return – dropped off
further down the dock at the tourist trap – we headed out to Macquarie Heads
Campground, and set up camp in a grotto with a fireplace and pile of wood –
very handy.
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Macquarie Heads Camp
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| Magical pine forest on the way out |
Matt worked very hard in the damp to get it and keep it going- lots
of dried bracken was sacrificed. We spent several hours by the fire even though
it was dank and cold, before turning in to have our BBQ sausages on bread, then
bed. We were up when it was still dark, had coffee and got the hot water going
for Matt’s shower. We left camp to check out the dead whale on the beach, but
it was mizzling hard, so we didn’t…..
We headed of for Zeehan, which was pretty no-where – an old
silver mine. On the way we stopped to see the Henty Dunes – well, we’ve all
seen sand before? After a wee trek along a path I ran up the side of the dune
to confirm that it was indeed sand, and we turned around, not knowing how far
it was to Ocean Beach (signage in Tassie is minimal!) In Zeehan we attempted to get to the main attraction –
the Spray Tunnel – but the track was unsuitable for our vehicle and we were
disinclined to walk the 3 k’s there.
So onwards to Rosebery, which our
re-jigging of plans had become our next overnight stay in order to go to Cradle
Mountain the following day. On arrival in Rosebery early afternoon we decided
to keep going, stopping in Wynyard for supplies
- mmmmm, wallaby and lamb! - before heading to Boat Harbour Beach. The
drive in was lovely – quite like Maleny Roads with a view down to the shining
blue sea. Camp is set with a wonderful view. It was wallaby steaks, asparagus
and coleslaw with some cooking shows before bedtime.
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| Wallaby steaks |
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| Boat Harbour Beach Camp |
We awoke as usual for proper ups around 7am, had coffee,
then I went for a walk around the harbour.
On return we headed off to
Smithton for an excellent breakfast and coffee at an Indian takeaway as well as
restocking coffee. Travelled through to Marrewah, stopped at the Parks office
to register, stopped to view 'The Edge of the World' and checked in at Nelson Bay camp grounds by 1. Went for a walk, Matt
chatted to folk, later we met local Tiger and riding-around-Tasmania-Tyla. Lit a fire around 3pm
– it was deadest cold - Tyla came and cooked her veges in it, we stayed by the fire until 8pm.
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| 'The Edge of the World' |
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| Morning coffee, and the only penguin I saw... |
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| Camp in the wilderness at Nelson Bay |
Morning coffee on the beach, it was then off to the Tarkine
Drive
- first stop the Sumac Lookout.
Then the Julius River small walk, then a very muddy walk to Lake Chisolm which
was magical in its green moss-ness. We stopped at Milkshake Hills for a snack
of sausage, lamb and wallaby, then Tayatea Bridge and Trowutta Arch, which was
quite spectacular. A guy fell over here but we missed that entertainment!
Really interesting rock textures.
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| Sumac Lookout |
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| Trowutta Arch |
