We ended up not buying any at all, but that wasn’t any great
loss as the rain returned and a fire wouldn’t have survived anyway. Still, the
first night there was a treat and the next day we went walking again. This time
we went into the top of the Tarkine and walked the forests there.
We stopped for a coffee (from a flask – there are no coffee
shops out here) and found this view of the Blackwater River. I wish I had some
actual ability with a camera because this little snap doesn’t pass on the feel
of the enormity of the forest and how alone you are in there.
We took the walk down to Lake Chisholm – this is a sinkhole
that has flooded and is one of the wonders of the Tarkine. Neither Karen nor I
were vert impressed to be honest, but the walk there past some true forest
giants was pretty good.
Apart from the bit where I put my foot on a wet tree root
and ended up on my backside. L
That evening I was cooking our fresh flathead on the
external kitchen (to keep the smells outside) under the awning when it started
raining heavily. Nothing new in that, so when I finished cooking I put a plate
on top of the fish to keep the rain off as I dashed round to the van door. It
wasn’t until the lumps of ice were bouncing off the plate in front of me that I
realised that it was hail and not rain. Damn! Tassie can be really cold at
times.
However, there was no getting away from the fact that it was
damp and dismal (part of the top of the Tarkine is known as “Dismal Swamp” and
I think I know why) so we decided to head off to some relative civilisation and
to find ourselves a cabin again.
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