Trail work

We took a lovely walk yesterday to Cape Hauy in the Tasman National Park. The Park seems to have a combination of public and private land, just like the Adirondacks, but that’s where the similarities end. The entire track is improved with graded walks and steps, at least a mile of them.



The views of the Southern Ocean from these giant cliffs was spectacular. I had to lay on my stomach to look over the edge. We passed, or rather they passed us, a school group who took the trip there and back during their school day.


We could see the lighthouse on Tasman Island off in the distance.


I stopped at a conservation park on our way back and finally saw Tasmanian Devils. Everyone from home asks us if we have seen them and, until yesterday, we had only heard them at night during our trek on the Overland Track.

Well, they are adorable and ferocious. This little guy was gnawing on a wallaby carcass.

20150304-074042.jpg then he would sprawl out in the straw and take a break. They suffer from a viral induced cancer, similar to cervical cancer, and healthy devils are released on the Tasman Peninsula because they can remain isolated from the virus.


Funny, I’ve been knitting a hat with a devil on it.


Tasman peninsula

We’re taking a vacation during our vacation and headed south to the Tasman peninsula. I’ve been sampling salt and pepper squid along the way, which is one of my favorite meals here.

We lunched in Hobart with dear friends and saw the new Antarctic Research vessel at the dock. Next stop, Antarctica.



It was in the company of other historic vessels.

We slept to the sound of waves hitting the beach and creating tesselated rocks.

After a breakfast of Weet-Bix, which tastes like shredded wheat but is in the form of flakes that are compressed together and is very good, we’re setting off to bushwalk and explore.


Flight to summer


After a mere 25 hours of travel, we arrived in Hobart, Tasmania, where it’s summer. Not hot, hot but there isn’t 2 feet of snow underfoot.

During one flight, I watched five movies(!) and a tv show. I may not be able to recall the plots or even titles but it helped pass the time. Plus we were fed on each flight, including one which was so short, the flight attendants ran down the aisles, tossed us our meat pies and quickly gathered our trash.

After I recovered from jet lag, yesterday I traveled to a fiber show in Bothwell where I got to see the fleece from an internationally known sheep. Shaun escaped shearing for seven years before he turned up on a cattle ranch in Tasmania. It was a wonder he could stand under the weight of all that wool, 14 inches long!

There were felted animals with amazing detail, beautiful lace work and weaving. I didn’t have room in my luggage for a fleece but managed to squeeze in a few silk cocoons.



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