Bill and I spent our last full day in Tasmania making the three-hour drive up the beautiful east coast of Tasmania to visit friends who own a shack (Tasmanian term for cottage) in Freycinet National Park. (Yes, this is wine country.) Charles and Jenny, both retired teachers, live in Hobart but travel frequently to their slice of paradise in the park. Charles is a Canadian who ended up in Tasmania in the 1970s. He fell in love with both Tasmania and his future wife and has stayed there ever since.
Their shack is adjacent to many world-class hiking trails. They took us on one of the less demanding trails, a 2.5 km semi-vertical (!) hike to a viewing platform overlooking Wineglass Bay, reputed to be one of the ten best beaches on the planet. The views were absolutely stunning - and I’m glad my knees held out reasonably well. Bill and I did stop to catch our breath several times, however!
After we returned to the shack, we had a Tasmanian-themed lunch overlooking the water. Absolutely perfect! The day was a little grey, so my photos don’t communicate the dynamic impact of the area, but I hope they give you a sense of how awe-struck we were. It was a fabulous way to spend our last full day in Tasmania. And thank you, Charles and Jenny!
Shells on a shortcut path through a neighbour's property.
There's no mortar on any of the retaining walls and bridges on the path.
A resident wallabee.
Charles posting out where we're headed.
Charles, Bill, and Jenny on the trail.
Wineglass Bay lookout
Wineglass Bay beach with my telephoto lens.
Bill and Larry.