We left the Tasman Peninsula and retraced our steps to Hobart, to pick up our (repaired) awning and catch up with an old friend for coffee. Hobart blessed us with a car-park - right in the centre of town - probably the only Capital City in Australia where you can pull that off with a camper in tow!
In talking with Damo, we determined that perhaps heading up the east coast was not in our best interests due to the popularity of the Freycinet Peninsula at this time of year, so we changed our plans (benefits of having no real plan anyway) and after a delicious round of coffee and hot chocolates at Princess Wharf, we headed west.
When we headed from Strahan east previously, we drove through low mist and rain. It was a horrible drive, windy and slow. This time, heading west, the sun was out and it was a glorious adventure with new sights and impressive vistas at nearly every turn. We loved it, and after a quick resupply at New Norfolk, we pushed through to the delightful Lake St Clair.
Lake St Clair is the deepest fresh water natural lake in Australia. Its actual depth seems to depend on who you ask, but there is no denying that this lake is beautiful, and a fitting end to the Overland Track popular with thousands of hikers each year.
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| The boys contemplate Lake St Clair |
