Car camping in Tasmania was one of the best experiences of this last summer, but in the end the smell was unbearable. Ben did most of the driving, I did a little and Nick did none. Luckily for Nick he’s a good cook, or we might have figured out he was no help to any of us. Overall Tasmania treated us pretty nicely, mind the fires and the rain and the cold and the wind and the snow.
First sighting of land from the Spirit of Tasmania. That boat was a mental game, and I was close to cracking.
Rainbow in Hobart.
Awesome truck at the Taste Festival in Hobart.
A big boat and a little boat in Hobart.
Fires in forty two degree heat. This was a little uncomfortable and we came across some closed roads.
Camping at Lake St Clair.
Breakfast of champions, I have eaten this so so many times.
At the beach near where we camped in Strahan. We were advised to drive down a dirt logging road until we found a campsite at the end, we thought it was a wild goose chase after a while but we eventually got there. Paid six dollars between us for the night I think, not bad.
Ferry crossing in the northwest.
Old seaweed farm.
A lonely house on the west coast.
Portrait of Ben and I, middle of nowhere if I recall. This is what we were wearing in the middle of summer.
Summer of Ginger Beer.
The steed and the quarters.
The north coast.
Fires over a pulp mill.
Celebrating the end of an awesome trip.
I’d do it all again. All of these photos were taken with my iPhone 4s, and link through to Flickr.