Tasmania

 Devonport welcomed us with clear skies and cold gusts of wind. Driving only a few ks around the coast, we arrived at Forth Sports grounds, our usual first stop when disembarking. 

After catching up with our old mate Rodney, we moved on further east, to a spot we discovered on a previous summer tassie visit.

There was a long weekend coming up, and this place was a little out of the way, so hopefully, not too many people would be there. Also, the spot was close to, or at least in the same direction as the shop I needed to go to, to pick up the wheel nut I needed.

After calling into the parts place in Berni and picking up the wheel nut, we headed out to the camp spot.

 They had had good rains in the previous weeks and so the track in was a bit eroded with a few bog holes along the way. Nothing that would stop us though. Winding along the sloping track, we passed through dark, damp, temperate rainforest, finally breaking through to a clearing beside the river.

Recent heavy rain had washed out the creek crossing to our former camp site, so another site down river was selected for camp. An equally pleasant spot, the river a short stroll away and the area clear enough to let the warming rays of sunlight in.

For the next five days we had the whole place to ourselves. Nothing but the gurgle of the water flowing over the smooth worn rocks and the echoing calls of currawongs in the treetops. 

All too soon, the time came for us to move on. Rain clouds were gathering over the nearby hills, the track in was sketchy as it was and we didn't want to climb out of there after bad weather. After packing up and making sure we left only our footprints, we crawled away up the track.