Lucy and Helen’s Tasmanian Adventure
Deciding on our route through the island, first planned stop Cradle Mountain
After our first night of camping, still a few hours away from Cradle Mountain, we drove along Mole Creek Road and went to look for glow worms in Maracoopa Caves. Sadly you can’t take photos of the glow worms but they look like stars in the sky and even twinkle. The caves are full of Stalactites and Stalagmites, formed from water dripping over limestone for years and years and years. The easy way to remember which is which is Stalactites hang tight so the others are stalagmites which rise up from the ground.
Stalagmites and them joining together in the middle
Then we were back on the road to Cradle Mountain. We met a lovely Scottish/ Australian Park Ranger, who said she cried at Marion’s Lookout the first time she was up there. I knew what that emotion was like at the top of Tongariro.
A gentle walk to our lunch spot
A nice lake (there are only loch’s in Scotland)
The view from Marion’s Lookout to Cradle Mountain
Driving westerly along the Northern Coast of Tasmania, where even in Australia you eat ice cream in the rain.
The view looking out towards the left corner tip of Tasmania
While driving along the coast we saw this rock sticking out of the mist, reading in the Rough Guide we noticed that it was actually called the ‘Nut’ in the town of Stanley. The explorer to discover it, referred to it looking like a Christmas cake, which, we think, it does.
After a long day of driving in the rain we decided to treat ourselves to staying in a hostel rather than camping, but there wasn’t an open hostel so we settled for a cheap hotel, thinking “oh what a good sleep we will get tonight”. As we checked in the receptionist said, the bar has karaoke until 1pm tonight, you should join us… we were too tired and trying to save money so we just settled in and I actually had an excellent sleep even with the music. Thank you mum for buying me ear plugs!
After a really good sleep (for me anyway) we set off early, 8am, to drive to the West Coast town of Strahan in the search of a potential swimming beach and then head back to Richmond not far outside Hobart. Unfortunately no swimming beaches off Strahan, close by is Tasmania’s longest beach, but it’s not safe for swimming as the nearest west land mass is Patagonia.
We drove down the island through Queenstown, which is very different from the New Zealand one but I think equally stunning, in a very different way.
The colours and the dramatic landscape were really striking.
Another angle of the view without our ugly mugs 🙂
Continuing on the road we joined the Lyell Highway and did a few short walks in the Franklin Lower Gordon Wild Rivers National Parkto see the Nelson Falls.
Also to a swing bridge over the Franklin River which is also the start of the Frenchmans Cap walking track.
And the river
In the Rough Guide, white water rafing for 5 days down this river is number 4 of things not too miss, didn’t look very deep to me, maybe that’s why it’s so hard core….
The Tasman Peninsula
The Tessellated Pavement
The coast line
After our tour along the Tasman Peninsula we returned the car to Hobart and I went to visit the MONA Gallery- Museum of Old and New Art, which was fantastic. We ate some scallops and prawns with chips and caught our flight back to Melbourne.