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My Tasmanian Journey - Part 1

After surviving one of the hottest summers ofIt was a long drive from Sydney to Melbourne
my life, with regular temperatures of overbefore boarding the ship once more to cross
100f, I decided that South Australia was notBass Strait. I am not certain who was more
fit for this particular human's habitation. Iexcited about the prospect of being Tasmania
needed somewhere cooler, and more scenic.bound, myself or Margie. Both stood with
(Adelaide is basically flat, and, in mymouths agape as we caught first sight of the
opinion,  best  seen  on  a  day  trip).land from aboard the ship, eager to make
landfall and begin the search for a new
I had always wanted to visit Tasmania,domicile and the new experiences that awaited
having heard a lot about it from friends, andus.
seen many photographs that demonstrated a
place of immense beauty and diversity. PlentyIf there was ever any doubt in my mind as to
of mountains, lakes, trees, and rainforest.the validity of my memories of the beauty and
This  was  my  kind  of  place.grandeur of the Tasmanian countryside, the
drive south dispelled them. As soon as we got
Around this time, in 1996, major things wereout onto the open road I fell in love all
happening to put Tasmania in theover again with the magnificence that I saw.
international news on a daily basis. SomeEach corner of the road forced my jaw to sag
crazy had lost it and gone on a killing spreea little lower as I soaked up the beauty that
in one of the major tourist centres. Whilesurrounded me, in what I knew was to be our
most people anguished over the tragedy I wasnew  home  for  a  very  long  time  to come.
awe struck by the scenery the images
regularly broadcast over television showedWe decided to take a side road from the main
me. A tragedy, for sure, but what a place ithighway and head out to Richmond, a quaint
happened in. I made my mind up that I had putand very historical village east of Hobart.
it  off  way  too  long, it was now or never.It was in the surrounding area of this locale
that I had hoped we would be able to locate a
My partner of the time, and I, packed ourhouse to live in whilst we got our footing in
house up, sent the boxes to a removalsTasmania. One phone call, and we had located
company for storage and began a trek to thisa nice, isolated, mountain top home, set in
remote southern land. We had no idea where wenatural bush. Surrounded by the sounds of
were going, nor how we would manage to find anothing other than the wind and bird song. It
new house to live in, we simply knew thatwas perfect, and more than either of us could
this  was  the  place  for  us.have hoped for on this first day in our new
homeland.
After visiting my family on the east coast
of the mainland, and spending a little timeWe spent 18 months in that location, day
in Melbourne, we finally boarded the shiptripping to various locations around
that would transport us to this penal colonyTasmania, falling in love over and over again
that was Tasmania of old. I will never forgetwith a land that is truly unique on the
my first images of the island. Out on deck,earth, and one which every person should
just on sunrise, the light still filteredvisit  at  least  once  in  their  life.
with the sun not quite awake yet, I saw a
rugged coastline, nothing appeared flat, itReturning to Tasmania has been the
was as though this was the land where naturefulfillment of a long held yearning for me.
had let loose her fury and thrown things upIt is a journey that I could not be happier
in a random manner. In short, it was one ofto have made, and one that has brought a
the most beautiful coastlines I had evergreat degree of richness and satisfaction to
seen. I knew, then and there, that this wasmy  life.  It  is  so  very  nice to be home.
the kind of place I had been searching for,
this  was  my  kind  of  terrain.When day tripping was not enough, and it
never is in order to explore this land, the
We landed in Devonport and boarded a bus toreal journey began. Three months on the road,
take us down south to Hobart, the capital. Asliving out of a tent, with no set itinerary,
we journeyed south, through the midlands andsimply  a  desire  to  explore.
historical townships, my sense of awe grew
beyond belief. Every corner produced a newThe house we had found was perfect for
vista to excite the senses, my jaw constantlyus.... that was until the owners decided they
dropped open as I gazed upon the naturalwere going to break up their marriage and
beauty that filled every moment of that trip.sell the house. Our home was situated on the
same block as where they lived, so we had
A week after landing in Hobart we located aregular contact with them both. To begin
quaint cottage with a private beach, a littlewith, there were no real problems, and we had
to the east of the main city. A rural andbegun to look around for somewhere to move.
peaceful setting with water as our backyardBeing pretty fussy about it though, and
and a mountain rising from the front. Waternothing  was  turning  up.
and mountains I have always had an affinity
for, to me, this was heaven. It did notAs time passed, and very few people showed
matter that we were around 7k/m from theany interest in buying the property, the
nearest store and without a car, I simply hadowners started getting desperate. Although
to  take  this  house.their marriage was over, they continued to
live together, and this no doubt created its
For me, it was perfect and idyllic, theown brand of stress upon them. Soon they
nicest and most relaxing location I had everbecame the landlords from hell, and stress
lived in. My partner found the isolation toowas building all around. Our health and work
much to bear and soon announced she waswere beginning to suffer, we could not relax
leaving to find more populated locations.at home, and worried about potential damage
Life is like that, and we each must seek whatwhilst  away.  Life  was  getting ridiculous.
we need for ourselves, I remained in my
hideaway,  she  moved  to  a township nearby.Things had to change, and change fast. We
could not continue to live the way things
After 6 months of enjoying the beauty of thewere going, and there was no sign of
region I had settled into I was forced toimprovement on the horizon. We were sitting
return to the mainland. Reluctantly Iin our car one day, and I looked down at the
returned to the smog of Sydney and work. Myfloor in front of me, noticing the guide to
uppermost thoughts being on the beauty andcampsites around Tasmania. I looked at
serenity of the Tasmanian landscape andMargie, and said..."I have a solution to our
lifestyle, vowing to return as soon as Iproblem". I followed up with the idea of
possibly  could.packing our belongings away, putting them
into storage, for an unspecified time, and
2004 was a turbulent year for me, loads ofsimply driving around the state, exploring
stress through the kind of work I was doing,Tasmania in a tent, for as long as it took to
living a hectic lifestyle, virtually in theget rid of the stress, and begin to enjoy
centre of Sydney, the smog capital oflife  again.
Australia. I had taken way too much on board
and needed to get away. Reducing my workloadWhilst most people would have reacted with
to a single major project involving civilsome degree of shock at such a suggestion,
liberties and social activism I left theMargie has a sense of adventure, and a strong
partner I was with at the time and moved todesire to seek new things. She agreed
the  mountains  west  of  Sydney.readily. 3 days later we were busy packing
and arranging storage. 5 days later we hit
The project I had undertaken was shaky, athe road. The feeling of relief was
small team persevering against publicimmediate, but we still needed to get some
ignorance and resistance to change. It wastime  out  before  it  would vanish entirely.
challenging though, and stretched my
abilities to their limits. During the time IYou will find the descriptions of the places
was working on this project Margie came intowe camped by looking in our community forums,
my life, an interesting person with anunder the "Places To Pitch Your Tent"
openness to new ideas and potentials rarelysection. I will basically gloss over the
found. By the end of the year she had settledfiner details of the locations here, and
into my mountain home and life was takingfocus on the stories behind the journey, and
interesting  twists  and  turns.the many changes we experienced as we
traveled. This is the "inside dope" on our
Early in 2005 it became clear that thelife during the period we refer to as "The
opposition we faced in the project I wasJourney".
working on was far too great. It was going to
take a long term commitment that promised noNot exactly wealthy, we did not have much
results in the foreseeable future. We decidedleft over after covering the costs for
it was time for a change, and where better tostorage and getting a few things together for
make that change than Tasmania. Margie hadthe planned trip. We needed to wait for
never been there before, but had heard enoughpayday, and that was still 3 days away. A few
about it to have a desire to explore thenights spent in different locations around
environment. Her willingness to explore newHobart saw us through though. After getting
places and desire for adventure took over andpaid, we updated our camping gear (getting
we soon found ourselves reducing ourwhat we thought we would need) and headed for
possessions to only that which would fit incampsite number 1...as far south as we could
the car before driving off for new places andpossibly get, and into isolated lands, away
experiences.from the landlords from hell, and our
problems of city living.



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