I feel like I can speak for many Australians when I say that we don’t explore our homeland nearly as much as we should. I’m a brilliant example of it – I mean, I have been to 37 countries around the world, yet have only briefly touched 3 states in Australia…well, 4 as of last month. If there is one place that I have been itching to get to for the past year or two, it would be Tasmania.
I feel lucky enough to say that I have touched down not just once, but twice in the last month and my heart is feeling so very full – for so many reasons.
Admittedly, this is going to get a whole lot more personal than a lot of my other blogs. You see, the days of solo travel may not be as regular as they used to be and I’m honestly so ready for some company on my travels, especially when it’s as good as Ben.
The main reason behind this second trip to Tassie was to meet and spend some time with Ben’s family, before heading off on our first holiday together. It was short but so very sweet and has left me so excited for what’s to come.
When your trip begins with sliding underneath and throwing bags over a fence, you know it’s going to be pretty damn eventful. And that it was.
After meeting Ben’s sister at the airport and picking up the rental car, we drove just over 2 hours to get to Anson’s Bay. Ben’s family owns a holiday shack there, which feels more like a cosy home, just a minute’s walk to the water. The first evening was spent getting to know each other by the fire-lit BBQ and then somehow doing acrobatics in the middle of the living room.
The next day Ben and I woke up nice and early to catch the sunrise on one of the private jetties. Look, there wasn’t much of a sunrise but just being there, with someone so special in absolute stillness was enough to make my cheeks ache from smiling so much.
Come midday, we headed out on the boat for a mini tour of the bay and shortly later ventured out towards the ocean. I’m pinching myself that I didn’t take any photos of the beach where we anchored the boat. Not only was the beach + water so pristine, but we had the place completely to ourselves. This is one of my favourite things about Tasmania. No matter where you go along the coastline, it’s almost a guarantee that you can find a spot with not a person in sight.
We spotted dolphins and whales not long after arriving and I even bit the bullet and went for a swim in the icy cold water. I totally get why Ben didn’t want to join me.
It didn’t take long for this absolute high to soon be turned into absolute devastation when I found out that my car had been ‘stolen’ well at least, we were told it had been by Ben’s sister. The rest of the afternoon was far from pretty, but after having a big old cry about it, we both realised that this holiday that we had both been looking forward to, was not worth getting ruined by something out of our control. Ben’s parents handed over the keys to their 4WD and we raced out of the house to try and make sunset at Eddystone Point.
There was something so liberating about that afternoon. Even though we were racing to get to each spot and time definitely wasn’t in our favour, everything just felt so slow and so right. I’m not going to get too loved up on here, but it was so special to realise that even in the turmoil, we could both find so much joy in just having each others company.
We travelled back to Scottsdale later that night, to then make tracks the next day towards Cradle Mountain.
I was so excited to be visiting Cradle Mountain after seeing a million and one photos pop up on my Instagram feed. Let me tell you now, this place is so bloody special, that I can totally understand why this is one of the most visited spots in Tassie.
We only had one night to spare, so Ben splurged a little on our accommodation and booked us in at The Cradle Mountain Wilderness Village.
Being in the middle of September and totally out of Winter, I truly thought that snow would be off the cards, but after pulling up to fresh snow outside the reception and having a mini snowball fight in the carpark, we shortly realised that there was no such thing as impossible when it comes to Tasmania’s weather.
10 minutes later and the snow started to fall, just like it does in the romantic, Christmas movies. Being the kids that we are, we spun, jumped and ran around like it was the first-time seeing snow.
By the time the novelty ran off a little and the cold kicked in, the spa (which mind you, was an absolute god send) was ready. I popped my sparkling wine + and we ate strawberries whilst watching the snow fall outside.
As much as we would have loved to stay inside our cosy abode, we ventured out for an afternoon walk – which involved plenty of Wombat photo ops and then followed it up with dinner at the Lodge.
The morning of day 3 was dedicated to exploring Cradle Mountain National Park and trying not to slip over in the process of doing so. I’m telling you now – it wasn’t an easy gig but somehow, I came out unscathed. Although it would have been incredible to make it up to the summit of Cradle Mountain, we didn’t feel like we could do so safely with the little gear we had.
So, with this mind, we tackled the shorter hike which took us to Marion’s Lookout. The three-hour return hike was nothing but enjoyable and so goddam beautiful. We hiked through snow tipped forests and pass icy lakes and creeks, to get to the top and be treated with 360-degree views of the National Park.
Ben and the other locals on the track kept saying just how lucky we were with the weather. It truly was a picture perfect day – fresh snow, bright blue skies + barely a breeze! To add to it, there was hardly anyone else on the track, so at moments, it felt like we were alone in the National Park.
After heading back to the car via the steep, but shorter track, we then discussed our next move and drove on our merry way towards Strahan.
The drive there was gorgeous but unfortunately neither Ben nor I were feeling 100% so we didn’t do many scenic stops along the way. After getting there and checking in to our apartment, we shot off so we could make sunset at the beach. We drove about 30 minutes to get to our sunset spot, but instead of watching it, we spent the time huddled up in the sand dunes, trying to escape the chilly breeze. To be fair, there wasn’t really much happening in terms of a sunset, so we didn’t miss out on much. If anything, it was just an absolute laugh considering how much effort went into getting to where we were. We headed back to the car, absolutely frozen and exhausted from the day we had.
Our last morning started off with coffee at the sweetest little café, which also served up the most delicious vegan muffins and then a quick pitstop at Ben’s favourite timber shop.
As I was flying out later that night, we had to be pretty time conscious. With the 5 hours of driving that we had to do, we really got to experience the ever-changing landscapes and beauty on our way back to Launceston. Usually, a day on the road, clocking kilometres would exhaust me, but this time it was a polar effect. Our route took us through Queenstown, over Derwent Bridge and then up pass The Great Lake, which is one the largest lakes in Tasmania. I’ll let the photographs do the talking here, but this day holds a space within some of my favourite memories.
We arrived in Launceston right on time, treated ourselves to a final supper at a vegan Thai restaurant and then made tracks to the airport. Although the trip was way too short, there are so many special memories that I can look back on and relive so deeply.
Until next time Tassie
All the love in the world,