We arrived early evening to our final Tasmanian destination. A remote house about 27km south of St Helens on Tasmania’s eastern coast. The owners sent us a map that caused a small marital clash in its interpretation. Later, we were a little appeased after reading some of the comments left by other guests reviews and agree that a better hand drawn map would certainly be appreciated by future guests.
It was starting to get dark and we decided not to shop on the way up. The shops were closed in any case and what will become important later is that bottle shops were open. All agreed we would go shopping for supplies the following morning and combine it with some adventures. We arrived at the secluded house and the key was not in the specified electricity box. We looked everywhere but to no avail. We also had no phone/internet reception so could not call the owners.
One the way up the hill we had passed one house on the unsealed road. As we passed on it on the way down (searching for a mobile connection) the owner was standing at his front door. We hesitated as there was also a dog viciously barking and a wrong turn had us discover a creepy house with rusted caravans, cars and junk in the yard. But I eventually demanded Ron to get out of the car and talk to him. I was driving and breaking on a steep unsealed road - well that’s my excuse for not getting out of the car. After a short chat, we determined that he is somewhat of a care-taker and had a code to release the key from a special lock.
Finally we got into the house and had a late and quick dinner of a boiled egg each thinking about the nice local foods and places we would go the following morning.
It rained heavily most of the night and was still raining heavily and blowing a gale the next morning. But we took it easy and cooked some pancakes using up the last of our supplies - proud of resourcefulness!
|Finally it seemed like the clouds were clearing|
|What happened to the road?|
|The start and best part of the fire track|
|Once the rain cleared the orchestra started up|
|The waters receded but not enough to cross|
Our day included a game of scrabble, some home schooling and working on downloading photos from my android phone to Mac. Finally about 4.30pm it started to clear up and we could finally see the lovely view. There was even a rainbow. So we went for a walk to check out the creek crossing - much reduced but still moving rapidly. Too risky for the trusty “Silver Surfer” that we want to give back to my brother in law in one piece. But we were serenaded by cicadas and the forest smelt divine of eucalyptus. So although not the day we had planned it was a wonderful day and we have slightly smoky smelling clean washing to remind us over the next days of the day we were trapped at home by mother nature.
|And when it was sunny it was beautiful|
|A room with a view|