My Tasmanian Journey - Part 1

After surviving one of the hottest summers of myIt was a long drive from Sydney to Melbourne
life, with regular temperatures of over 100f, Ibefore boarding the ship once more to cross Bass
decided that South Australia was not fit for thisStrait. I am not certain who was more excited about
particular human's habitation. I needed somewherethe prospect of being Tasmania bound, myself or
cooler, and more scenic. (Adelaide is basically flat, and,Margie. Both stood with mouths agape as we caught
in my opinion, best seen on a day trip).first sight of the land from aboard the ship, eager to
I had always wanted to visit Tasmania, having heardmake landfall and begin the search for a new domicile
a lot about it from friends, and seen manyand the new experiences that awaited us.
photographs that demonstrated a place of immenseIf there was ever any doubt in my mind as to the
beauty and diversity. Plenty of mountains, lakes,validity of my memories of the beauty and grandeur
trees, and rainforest. This was my kind of place.of the Tasmanian countryside, the drive south
Around this time, in 1996, major things weredispelled them. As soon as we got out onto the open
happening to put Tasmania in the international newsroad I fell in love all over again with the magnificence
on a daily basis. Some crazy had lost it and gone on athat I saw. Each corner of the road forced my jaw
killing spree in one of the major tourist centres. Whileto sag a little lower as I soaked up the beauty that
most people anguished over the tragedy I was awesurrounded me, in what I knew was to be our new
struck by the scenery the images regularly broadcasthome for a very long time to come.
over television showed me. A tragedy, for sure, butWe decided to take a side road from the main
what a place it happened in. I made my mind up thathighway and head out to Richmond, a quaint and
I had put it off way too long, it was now or never.very historical village east of Hobart. It was in the
My partner of the time, and I, packed our house up,surrounding area of this locale that I had hoped we
sent the boxes to a removals company for storagewould be able to locate a house to live in whilst we
and began a trek to this remote southern land. Wegot our footing in Tasmania. One phone call, and we
had no idea where we were going, nor how wehad located a nice, isolated, mountain top home, set
would manage to find a new house to live in, wein natural bush. Surrounded by the sounds of nothing
simply knew that this was the place for us.other than the wind and bird song. It was perfect,
After visiting my family on the east coast of theand more than either of us could have hoped for on
mainland, and spending a little time in Melbourne, wethis first day in our new homeland.
finally boarded the ship that would transport us toWe spent 18 months in that location, day tripping to
this penal colony that was Tasmania of old. I willvarious locations around Tasmania, falling in love over
never forget my first images of the island. Out onand over again with a land that is truly unique on the
deck, just on sunrise, the light still filtered with theearth, and one which every person should visit at
sun not quite awake yet, I saw a rugged coastline,least once in their life.
nothing appeared flat, it was as though this was theReturning to Tasmania has been the fulfillment of a
land where nature had let loose her fury and thrownlong held yearning for me. It is a journey that I could
things up in a random manner. In short, it was one ofnot be happier to have made, and one that has
the most beautiful coastlines I had ever seen. Ibrought a great degree of richness and satisfaction
knew, then and there, that this was the kind of placeto my life. It is so very nice to be home.
I had been searching for, this was my kind of terrain.When day tripping was not enough, and it never is in
We landed in Devonport and boarded a bus to takeorder to explore this land, the real journey began.
us down south to Hobart, the capital. As weThree months on the road, living out of a tent, with
journeyed south, through the midlands and historicalno set itinerary, simply a desire to explore.
townships, my sense of awe grew beyond belief.The house we had found was perfect for us.... that
Every corner produced a new vista to excite thewas until the owners decided they were going to
senses, my jaw constantly dropped open as I gazedbreak up their marriage and sell the house. Our home
upon the natural beauty that filled every moment ofwas situated on the same block as where they lived,
that trip.so we had regular contact with them both. To begin
A week after landing in Hobart we located a quaintwith, there were no real problems, and we had
cottage with a private beach, a little to the east ofbegun to look around for somewhere to move. Being
the main city. A rural and peaceful setting with waterpretty fussy about it though, and nothing was turning
as our backyard and a mountain rising from the front.up.
Water and mountains I have always had an affinityAs time passed, and very few people showed any
for, to me, this was heaven. It did not matter thatinterest in buying the property, the owners started
we were around 7k/m from the nearest store andgetting desperate. Although their marriage was over,
without a car, I simply had to take this house.they continued to live together, and this no doubt
For me, it was perfect and idyllic, the nicest andcreated its own brand of stress upon them. Soon
most relaxing location I had ever lived in. My partnerthey became the landlords from hell, and stress was
found the isolation too much to bear and soonbuilding all around. Our health and work were
announced she was leaving to find more populatedbeginning to suffer, we could not relax at home, and
locations. Life is like that, and we each must seekworried about potential damage whilst away. Life was
what we need for ourselves, I remained in mygetting ridiculous.
hideaway, she moved to a township nearby.Things had to change, and change fast. We could
After 6 months of enjoying the beauty of thenot continue to live the way things were going, and
region I had settled into I was forced to return tothere was no sign of improvement on the horizon.
the mainland. Reluctantly I returned to the smog ofWe were sitting in our car one day, and I looked
Sydney and work. My uppermost thoughts being ondown at the floor in front of me, noticing the guide
the beauty and serenity of the Tasmanian landscapeto campsites around Tasmania. I looked at Margie,
and lifestyle, vowing to return as soon as I possiblyand said..."I have a solution to our problem". I followed
could.up with the idea of packing our belongings away,
2004 was a turbulent year for me, loads of stressputting them into storage, for an unspecified time,
through the kind of work I was doing, living a hecticand simply driving around the state, exploring
lifestyle, virtually in the centre of Sydney, the smogTasmania in a tent, for as long as it took to get rid
capital of Australia. I had taken way too much onof the stress, and begin to enjoy life again.
board and needed to get away. Reducing myWhilst most people would have reacted with some
workload to a single major project involving civildegree of shock at such a suggestion, Margie has a
liberties and social activism I left the partner I wassense of adventure, and a strong desire to seek
with at the time and moved to the mountains westnew things. She agreed readily. 3 days later we were
of Sydney.busy packing and arranging storage. 5 days later we
The project I had undertaken was shaky, a smallhit the road. The feeling of relief was immediate, but
team persevering against public ignorance andwe still needed to get some time out before it would
resistance to change. It was challenging though, andvanish entirely.
stretched my abilities to their limits. During the time IYou will find the descriptions of the places we
was working on this project Margie came into my life,camped by looking in our community forums, under
an interesting person with an openness to new ideasthe "Places To Pitch Your Tent" section. I will basically
and potentials rarely found. By the end of the yeargloss over the finer details of the locations here, and
she had settled into my mountain home and life wasfocus on the stories behind the journey, and the
taking interesting twists and turns.many changes we experienced as we traveled. This
Early in 2005 it became clear that the opposition weis the "inside dope" on our life during the period we
faced in the project I was working on was far toorefer to as "The Journey".
great. It was going to take a long term commitmentNot exactly wealthy, we did not have much left
that promised no results in the foreseeable future.over after covering the costs for storage and
We decided it was time for a change, and wheregetting a few things together for the planned trip.
better to make that change than Tasmania. MargieWe needed to wait for payday, and that was still 3
had never been there before, but had heard enoughdays away. A few nights spent in different locations
about it to have a desire to explore the environment.around Hobart saw us through though. After getting
Her willingness to explore new places and desire forpaid, we updated our camping gear (getting what we
adventure took over and we soon found ourselvesthought we would need) and headed for campsite
reducing our possessions to only that which would fitnumber 1...as far south as we could possibly get, and
in the car before driving off for new places andinto isolated lands, away from the landlords from hell,
experiences.and our problems of city living.