We’ll its time to leave our creature comforts behind and say goodbye to Nic and get back on the road again. Its been fan to catch up again and to have the comforts of one it I kinda miss the whole camping thing – ask me that again in about 2 weeks !!!!
We packed up the boys and headed on our way south east to the historic little village/area of port Arthur. After a gps stuff up or rather lack of detail and crossing the Tasman bridge twice 🙂 we were on our way. As we for closer to port Arthur the stark reminder of the devastating bush fires down this way was clearly evident in the little hamlet of Dunalley, where on some lots all that remains are chimney stacks of what one can only imagine were quaint reminders of the history of the town or twisted burnt metal that may have a been a bed head once. For some it appears that rebuilding has begun and for others still a daily reminder of how unforgiving fire really can be.
The land is scared and black in places for as far as the eye can see its brown trees and black earth, in some spots the fiesty regrowth is challenging the fire by poking its little green head up out of the ground and along the tree branches, in other places it seems the earth is too dead to regrow, but eventually it may.
It wasn’t long before we arrived at the park set amongst the bushland off the main road, the sites are large not so level but manageable . We parked Thomas and headed off back up the road to Eaglehawk Neck – an isthmus connecting Tasman peninsula to the Forestier peninsula, to check out the sites starting at the tessellated pavement, a rocky platform that due to erosion looks like tiling in the rocks, its pretty cool.
Just next door is the only surviving building from the convict days is the 1832 Officers Quarters building, where a small museum tells the story of the area and building, as well providing a ‘behind the scenes’ look at the building and how it changed over times such as the different roof structures and wallpapers etc, also here is a tribute i guess to the dog line, set up to keep the prisoners/convicts from escaping – a 100m wide chain across the neck of the peninsula with some very unsociable dogs chained across it.
Then it was off up the road to the blow hole, which I’m not sure blows anymore and also where we found the best squid in town at doo-lishious, a play on the town names “doo” .. okay so maybe its the only fish n chips in town but it came in old style paper cone and was pretty darn good. Most of the homes have a name and all include “doo” in them – doo me, doo little, doo all, rum door etc etc.
Full of food we headed off to Tasman arch and devils kitchen where we stretched our legs a little and tried to walk off some of lunch, to view the spectacular scenery and ability of water to carve huge holes and caves into the rocks. We then decided to head to Fortescue bay for a squizz – another gem of a spot for campers with a little more time and fully self sufficient (and prepared to row along 12km forestry track to get there 🙂 ). The sheltered bay was one of the semaphore station sites used during the convict period to relay messages to eaglehawk neck.
For our final stop of the day we headed to remarkable cave, another rock vs water coastline spectacular and on the way back we stopped for a sunset shoot before heading back to camp for a lovely BBQ dinner with the animals in the park – teenie tiny roos, possums – fluffy tails and white tails and a couple of grumpy possums making noises more befitting of a little Tassie devil then a cute fluffy possum. We have had words with the animals and they better stay off Charlie and Thomas otherwise I’m gunna have to go all camper ninja on them – they have been warned!!!