|I look like I've been partying or something unsavory of that sort|
|Matt Weingart and Sister Beach|
Our next stop was another exquisite beach I cannot remember the name of. This was a special place, at which I was reminded that it happened to be my birthday here in Tassie, but it wouldn't be so in Montana until the next day... weird. I made the subconscious decision to enjoy myself, and take many pictures of this beautiful place. We found sea shells and dead squid skeletons; crab arms and petrified wombat poo (probably just a squared off rock)... and we found ourselves. We saw the beauty of this landscape, and I think each one of us, in our own way, found the wondrously great beauty in ourselves... I know I did.
We made the short walk up to an aboriginal cave that brought many-a-tourist to the area, searching for history lessons and anecdotal knowledge of the ancient peoples that inhabited this area in times passed. There was a plaque and a staircase, all leading to my own personal realization that we are all aboriginal... just at different times, in different ways, with different hearts. We are all newcomers to ancient lands.
I'll go ahead and shut up for a moment and let the pictures do the talking... here is a fraction of what we experienced at this wonderful place called The Bay of Fires.
|Where, on the beach, is, walking Laurie Stahle?|
|The Bay of Fires, Tasmania|
|Skink Face Off, the smaller guy won|
|Look-a-those fuel loads!|
|Look at that stinger!|
When we got to the carpark for Freycinet, there was a cute little wallaby there to greet us. It was obviously accustomed to being fed by the tourists that passed through, because it had no fear of us and came directly up to our legs and gave us the most unmistakable puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen. I know, puppy dog eyes on a wallaby? I couldn't really think of anything that would fit a marsupial though. I thought of doe eyes, baby eyes, wide eyes, and all sorts of other non-descriptive descriptions, but puppy dog seemed to fit the best... although they are a bit like deer I guess.
I felt bad for this habituated marsupial with the puppy eyes, so I left her to be fed by the other tourists, which is deeply frowned upon by the locals, because it gives them a disease in their mouths that eventually leads to death. NO FEEDING THE WILDLIFE! We made our way up the nicely maintained trail, by a really cool broken rock overhang, and then over a small saddle, down into wine glass bay and out onto the beach. This cool rock we passed on the way up looked as if it had been chipped out by some mysterious processes (people with hammers maybe). When we arrived at Wineglass Bay it was truly magnificent, the beach was so beautiful, and we saw these interestingly small jellyfish. They were actually kind of cute, but they were dead though. Their coloration was vividly purple and see-through, which is always cool to look at when on a living organism.
After lunch, we only had the hike back to do, and this is where things get a little creepy. We ascended the beach, and back up into the forest, a Sleepy Hallow kind of place that made me think a man would randomly appear to throw a flaming pumpkin at me at any moment. But to my disappointment, there was no flaming pumpkin, and no hooves to hear. It didn't take long after this to get back to the carpark, and we were off, back to Hobart for the weekend.
This was the end of my "mini-vacation", but I'm sure it doesn't seem so mini to those of you who've read up to this point. The rest of the weekend consisted of more delicious food, some shopping on the town, jammin QED material, and then meeting the next crew we will be working with. This crew is from the Firelab in Missoula, Montana. I believe they work for the Forest Service. I will do another long ass post--probably not as long as this one--about our experience with them in a few days. Over and Out!