A jaunty walk on a cold, rainy, windswept Saturday might not have seemed the most logical step, but then exploration has often benefitted from the illogical in my experience. The unusual turns, the missteps, they can broaden the horizons.
It was an auspicious choice to travel to Tasmania’s north coast. Six months prior, to the day, I arrived at the apple isle, just at the nearby town of Devonport. One good turn deserves another.
A nice drive up from Launceston delivered a fascinating sight of red-cap mushrooms. Contrary to the perception created by famous video games, these mushrooms do not make you grow bigger or drive faster.
Arriving at the national park, we set out on a path that would take us along the coastline and back. The beach walk was blustery and stormy. It was impractical to take the intended route. We made good progress, but there’s a limit to the positive benefit of climbing up a sea cliff in a full blown storm.
Most of my photos were taken with my iPhone because pulling out a camera in wind and rain on a beach is akin to getting out your kite out during tornado season. We had plenty to keep us entertained though, including lots of wildlife, dead puffer fish, poo like fungus, and sandwiches of heroes. Lovely scenery; definitely worth a return trip, but maybe on a drier day.
