“Our actions are not on the beach, tide erases. Our works are written on the sand, the wind clears without reading them.” – Jean Grosjean

Monday 9 in the morning we accompany Val and Don's farm Moorne. They buy vegetables “non-compliant” et donc moins chers – comme ceux de Woolworth 😉 . Ils nous en donnent une partie – pour des légumes non considérés comme parfait pour la vente nous n’avons jamais mangé des navets aussi bons – après nous avoir présentés au patron qui aura peut-être du travail pour nous mais pas dans l’immédiat.

Après les au revoir nous roulons vers l’Est et nous engageons sur une piste en direction du Mont Victoria – cousine 😉 – a little walk in the forest takes us to Ralph Falls whose point of view is unfortunately closed because the path must be rehabilitated. Too bad we will see the following, those of St Columba, except that after several minutes on a track expected to be a dead end we still see nothing. Hesitating between turn around and continue, we leave the compass that was a great help in the Malaysian jungle to ensure that we move well into the Northwest. We end up not out much farther than we thought tracks since we are already in St Helens on the east coast !

Binalong Bay

Kookaburra

Never mind, that was our destination, a little further north we pause to Binalong Bay, point sud de la Bay of Fires, known for its white sand, turquoise waters and rocks covered with lichen that gives them an orange tint. A nice area although the weather is not with us, clouds obscuring the sky landscapes remove their vibrant colors. We settle for the night at the Dora Point camping area in Humbug Point Nature Recreation Area. Steps from us to the beach where we lack a little manta tell us three Dutch tourists.

Dora Point

The Gardens

Tuesday morning, the weather is still cloudy and although the ride to the village is lovely The Gardens, it lacks a bit of light to this “Bay flames” – hence the name actually comes preventive fires lit by Aborigines and seen in this bay 1773 by Tobias Furneaux who gave him the name of Bay of Fires ! Heading south after a few races in St Helens, we drive along the east coast of Tasmania which is lovely. Even when the sun decides to join us during our break in Denison Beach, where in addition to enjoying the beach we fill a jar of blackberry and delicious.

Bicheno

River and Rocks Campground

The area deserves its name !

Swanwick and Hazards Mountains

We cross Bicheno where we still regale us with soft white sand beaches - it looks like flour ! – then sleep at River Rocks Campground whose beach overlooking the small village of Swanwick, near Coles Bay where we will go tomorrow.

Wednesday morning we inaugurate our first national park, after taking a ride up a French pizzaïolo Coles Bay and visited the small coastal town that overlooks Great Oyster Bay. Access to national parks are usually paying, prices and conditions vary according to the State. Those who know us and follow us regularly know that we prefer free activities but pay a subscription knowing that the money is used to maintain natural areas presents us less concern as the rates are reasonable - a notice of Tasmanians, the tourist is still a bit too exploited and park entrances may be less expensive. Tasmania, access to twenty-four hours is twenty-four dollars for a vehicle - with passengers, up to eight - except a large park which is thirty-three dollars. Suffice to say that if you plan to visit several better to invest in Holidays Pass valid for sixty dollars two months to all parks, what we have done.

Swimming in Coles Bay

Beginning of the hike

Hitchhiker we have not recommended the classic two-hour walk to Wineglass Lookout - tourist buses for an average point of view - we tackle the three-hour hike that climbs Mount Amos in the chain of Hazards Mountains. I say climbing because there are passages where we had to use hands and feet to move forward in the wholesale smooth rocks flaws. You will excuse us, no photos arduous passages, we were too busy not to slip ! 😀

Arriving at the top ...

Where the gaze is ...

It's beautiful is not it ?

Even behind us !

Despite the heat and the difficulty the view at the top of the bays and Wineglass Promise is breathtaking, largely worth our efforts.

The descent is easier and we met a few people leaving for various reasons, often bad shoes - ours, having seen many miles already adhere very well to the field, then in basketball ! Back in the parking lot where a wallaby is walking between cars, then after a stop at Honeymoon Bay we will be happy to swim Richardson's Beach.

The view is plunging !

Wallaby, Guardian parking

It starts to get late and we are tired, visiting the east coast of Freycinet's tomorrow. After some shopping in Coles Bay we return to the area of ​​River Rocks where we discuss with our neighbors : right English, left Canadians, one of which leaves us his contact for a future visit, because after seven years of traveling he will stop soon to open a learning center for permaculture and yoga in his country, on an exchange principle : one class period, one hour labor.