Strahan, Queenstown and New Norfolk

 The roads taking us to Strahan were meandering but in good condition and it was only two and a half hours before we reached our chosen camping spot, Strahan Golf Club - $15 a night, no facilities. The two caravan parks in town had very poor reviews so we plumped for the cheap option which was only a 15 minute walk from town. We didn't see a single soul on the cold, grey walk to the waterfront. Strahan does feel a bit like the end of the world and in some respects it is, once out to sea there is nothing for 15,000kms until you hit Argentina. 

 We arrived in the centre of things, the waterfront , and there was still no sign of life until we wandered into the sawmill and found it packed. That's where everyone was! Apparently there had been a free talk at 3pm, cleverly timed to coincide with the return of the Gordon River boat trips. On the excursions the guests had been filled with information about Huon Pine, a timber from the area ideal for boat building, and they were going mad in the sawmill shop buying anything they could lay their hands on that had been fashioned from Huon Pine. 

We went and had a look at the two boats that offer daily Gordon River lunch cruises and selected the Gordon River Cruises boat which is part electric so quieter, it is also the first on the river in the morning so the famous reflections should be undisturbed. The trip was $155 each for the cheap seats and we had to be there at 8am. It was so cold we couldn't face hanging around to see the daily play, 'The Ship That Never Was' which is performed at 5.30 every afternoon, apparently they do provide blankets. We shivered our way back to the van wearing coats, scarves, hats and gloves while the local kids were kicking a ball in the street dressed in shorts and t-shirts. 

 We were up bright and early in grey drizzle and got ourselves rugged up for the cruise. The golf club had been a pretty ordinary place to camp so we took the van to the waterfront with the intention of moving on to our next stop once we disembarked. Upon boarding we discovered that our cheap seats were actually better than the more expensive ones. They were not by a window but were elevated so occupants could see out of both sides and the front all at once.

The weather cleared as the boat took us out beyond the harbour to demonstrate how tiny the entrance was and to explain the measures that had been put in place to make it safer. It was really pleasant on deck, the wind had stopped completely and it was no longer raining although quite cloudy. Next we glided silently along the Gordon River, the reflections were breathtaking. Apparently we had hit upon a rare day when the conditions were absolutely perfect for max mirror effect, a bit of sun, no wind and plenty of cloud. The picture featuring us at the top of this page is not of mist, that effect is made by the reflections of the clouds on the dark, glassy river. 

The boat stopped at a jetty where we all got off and walked around a little boardwalk in the World Heritage Rainforest. It was gorgeous, all damp, mossy and slippery with loads of fungus. Back on the boat the lunch was very generous with excellent Tassie Smoked Salmon which we tucked into as we headed for our next stop at the penal colony of Sarah Island.

 The crew handed out umbrellas as it had started to drizzle when we arrived but, as soon as the guides collected us for our tour, the sun came out. Sarah Island is very pretty but it must have been daunting to be imprisoned there. The convicts who misbehaved ended up there and, if there was further poor conduct, they were sailed across to Grummet Rock next door where there was just a cave which flooded for shelter. Eventually this was deemed too cruel and they stopped using Grummet Island. Eventually a shipbuilder set up his business on Sarah Island using the local Huon Pine and convict labour. Reoffending, escape attempts and suicides became a rarity as the convicts learnt a skill and put it to good use until the authorities decided the convicts were enjoying themselves too much and closed the ship building venture, preferring punishment to rehabillitation. 

The Sarah Island tour was brilliant, as was everything about the cruise and we got off in time to take the very scenic drive to Queenstown for our next stop. There was only one place to stay, the football oval which was $50 with no facilities, gulp. It was quite pretty, surrounded by pine covered hills with a little creek running along behind us but home to a wasp family. I haven't had to worry about wasps for 11 years now and had forgotten how incredibly annoying they are. 

 Wasps aside, Queenstown was quite interesting. It had grown up as a mining town, digging up copper, silver and all kinds of different rocks. The hills around are striped in multiple colours and the creek is orange in places where it runs through the copper and sulphur bearing rock. Apparently an engineer found a way of running a smelter without coal, the downside was it produced sulphurous gases, killed all the vegetation and made the place virtually unlivable. Queenstown is home to the Wilderness Railway which looked amazing but unfortunately didn't run on the day we were there. The railway station was delightful and housed an excellent cafe although there was not much else in the town. 

 Another winding, pretty road took us on our way to New Norfolk where we would be within easy striking distance of Hobart to return the van. On the way we stopped at Nelson Falls to take the 20 minute circular walk through the rainforest full of ferns, moss and fungus to a spectacular waterfall, well worth the short detour. 

 There were not many towns along our route to New Norfolk so we were glad we had filled up at Queenstown with eyewateringly expensive fuel - thanks Donald - but as we approached New Norfolk huge cherry farms lined both sides of the road. New Norfolk is a funny place, it is one of the oldest towns in Australia but not maintained in a way that makes the most of its history. We had arrived on a Sunday and the town was deserted and all a bit grim and down at heel even though it is built in a beautiful location on hills overlooking the River Derwent. Our caravan park was on the riverside, $50 a night for power, but I think we were put in Bogan Town, must have been our Go Cheap motorhome. The amenities were nice and it was a good place for us to pack up and clean the van up before giving it back. 

The following morning we woke to discover that New Norfolk was quite a bit better than we had first thought. The town was an uphill climb from the caravan park but much nicer with some people milling around it and was a funny mix of expensive shops and very cheap ones. After coffee at a very nice cafe/gallery combo we took a fabulous walk along the river which is quite black and glassy with some good reflections though not quite as dramatic as those on the Gordon River.

We packed up the van and set about the task of eating and drinking as much of the remaining food and grog we could fit in before giving the rest of it away to our camp neighbours. The trip to Tasmania was wonderful and, now we can fly direct from Newcastle, we will be back. 

Wineglass Bay, Cataract Gorge, Cradle Mountain

 Tasmania was living up to expectations so far and we left Triabunna full of enthusiasm as we headed for one of the places everyone raves about - Wineglass Bay. The travel distances in Tassie continued to take us by surprise. When we go away on the mainland it is not unusual to drive 5 or 6 hours between stops, whereas here we were mainly driving around one hour for each trip. This day was no exception, just 50 kms north to Swansea. 

The route was lined with fruit farms, mainly apples and cherries which cannot grow in many parts of Australia so the scenery was quite a change for us. We secured a spot at Swansea Caravan Park, $65 powered but right on the beach front, and then set off for another hour long drive to Freycinet National Park to walk to Wineglass Bay. 

 Although only a 3km walk, it was demanding because it was all uphill with 400 steps up through amazing rock formations and beautiful trees. It is a very popular Instagrammable sight to see so was pretty busy. Braver souls than us could take a further 500 steps down to the beach (and back up again) once they had puffed and wheezed their way to the viewing platform but we only saw one person take the plunge. 

I hate to say it but we were a bit disappointed in Wineglass Bay. We are very spoilt with gorgeous bays where we live and all the people trooping up there  made the visit feel like a box ticking exercise. Once back at the start of the trail we saw a lighthouse walk signposted which was wheelchair friendly so we figured it couldn't be too strenuous and it was fabulous! We cheered up enormously when a bend was rounded at the end bringing into view an amazing seascape of rugged cliffs and a splendid little lighthouse. Hardly any people had bothered with this walk, choosing to just stick with the main event, so it was doubly enjoyable.

 Back at the caravan park the weather was a bit grim so we cooked our dinner in the excellent camp kitchen where we got chatting to the most fascinating couple. He was German and she American and they made their living travelling the world recording sounds and selling them to mainly film companies. If, for example, a film maker needs the sound of a particular frog only found in the Amazon Rainforest, they get in touch with this pair who would probably have the very recording in their files. What an amazing life they must have! We went back to the van and watched a movie but couldn't stop noticing sounds of waterfalls, bird calls etc. and wondering if they had been purchased from the recording banks of our new friends. 

After coffee and a visit to the IGA we topped up again with diesel which was now over $3 a litre (thanks Donald). Our route was going to take us inland for the first time so we would be leaving the dry eastern side of the island behind as we headed away from the coast. Our drive took us through Campbell Town, which was extremely ordinary, although it did have a Big Log in recognition of the local tree felling industry, then on to the Georgian town of Evandale. 

 Our free camp was a 15 minute walk outside of town at Honeysuckle Banks which was on a riverbank, no toilets and a 48hour pass must be obtained online. Unfortunately campers were only allowed to stay in the car park because of past poor behaviour, such a shame when a town offers a free camp and people abuse it. We wandered up the hill to the town and it was extraordinary. The buildings were all beautifully presented and the whole town was very special. The Prince of Wales pub allowed parking behind for RVs and an annual penny farthing race had only recently taken place. there was plenty of very pleasant looking accommodation including a converted bakery where guests could sleep in the oven! The Clarendon Arms was a very smart pub with an art exhibition upstairs and there were several galleries, interesting shops and a couple of really good cafes. 

Wet overnight but the sun came out as we drove into Evandale for a final coffee before setting of for Cradle Mountain. We didn't really have a reason to visit Launceston but we were passing so close it seemed rude not to pop in for a quick look. Cataract Gorge seemed to be the place with the best reviews so that was where we went. What a beautiful spot and an amazing facility to have right in the middle of a city. On the River Esk, the gorge has a large visitor centre with a cafe, fabulous gardens, a swimming pool and the babbling river. It also had a couple of things I was not about to sample but Ian did, a suspension bridge which was decidedly wobbly and overhead chair ride.

 After the excellent diversion to Launceston we continued on our way to Cradle Mountain. Our route took us through Sheffield which was a fantastic town with a mural on almost every building and some very nice shops including a brilliantly quirky record store. A shopkeeper asked if we were there for the rowing, we admitted not knowing what she was talking about so she filled us in. The Australian National Rowing Championships were taking place on Lake Barrington, right near where we were planning to stay so we made a mental note to have a look if possible. 

We carried on to Gowrie Park Wilderness Camp, $75 for two nights with power. There was a council site just before it but we needed power again and expected there to be a nice area with trees and wildlife to camp at Gowrie Park, it was called a wilderness camp after all. No such luck, the camping was just on a gravel area that was not even terribly flat and, as we discovered the next morning, not very close to Cradle Mountain either. The amenities were ok, if a bit gritty underfoot and it was an extra $1 for a 5 minute shower (cheeky). The place was surrounded by great views of Mount Roland and others with mist hanging over them and we were aware we had entered the other part of Tasmania which is not dry like the east coast. They call the west coast the wet coast for good reason and the mountains we were amongst in the middle were decidedly damp.

 Cradle Mountain turned out to be 40kms away along winding roads and freezing. We already had our National Parks Pass so all we had to pay was $15 each for the shuttle bus from the visitor centre to the various walks starting points. We chose to go to the Dove Lake Loop, as did everyone else, which was the furthest and highest walk. 

As we set off it started to rain and blow a gale so quickly became clear that it was going to be a truly miserable experience. We admitted defeat and returned, dripping and shivering to the bus stop and caught the shuttle down the mountain a bit to Ronny Creek for the starting point of the Cradle Valley Boardwalk - 2 hours and easy apparently. It was a beautiful walk and we only got wet a few times, because it was lower and through a valley it was not as cold and we were protected a bit from the wind. There were also no people, in the whole two hours I think we encountered four other walkers. The valley was very pretty with mossy trees and tufty grasses but not a single bit of wildlife, not even birds, until we were back on the shuttle bus and a wombat strolled by. 

 It rained all night but we woke to glorious sunshine the following morning. We had noticed lots of very tall, slim teenagers and young adults staying in large groups at our campsite and guessed they must be rowers so asked them where we should go to watch the championships. They told us the racing had to be stopped the previous day because of high winds (tell us about it) and gave us directions to the competition section of the lake, which was actually very close to where we were staying. 

 We had a couple of hours to spare at the beginning of our next journey so went for a look. The event was massive! Hundreds and hundreds of racing boats lined the bank of gorgeous Lake Barrington, there were stalls and grandstands and the car park was packed with team coaches, cars and motorhomes. We paid our $84 (bit steep but it looked exciting) and were just about to step through the entry barrier when a voice over the tannoy announced that racing was suspended for at least an hour because of wind. If the announcement had come one minute later we would have been inside the gate and not entitled to a refund, as it was we got our money back because we had not even made it inside. I don't know how, or even if they managed to catch up on all the cancelled races, the competition is usually held in Penrith but they were trying out a new location. Lake Barrington was certainly a spectacular location for the event but with the complications of shipping all the boats, competitors and equipment to Tasmania as well as the weather, I suspect they might be going back to safe old Penrith next year.