A Day of Touring

Wednesday we did it all, and then some.

We woke up early, packed up the tent and made our way back to Freycinet National Park to check out the Cape Tourville Lighthouse and enjoy our breakfast of hot-crossed buns and coffee with the best view available. 

 Looking back at Wineglass Bay

 A man at peace

We then began the drive towards Bothwell in the Central Highlands.  In an effort to break up the drive and enjoy the day, we stopped off at Lake Leake at the suggestion of the Lonely Planet, only to find ourselves down a dirt road to a lake with no charm.  Just look how happy Martin was.

We gave the Lonely Planet another chance and found ourselves on another dirt road (10 km to be exact) in search of the Meetus Waterfall.  It took us 25 minutes into the drive to realize that it was the end of summer and the falls would most likely be dry.  Thankfully we weren’t completely disappointed, so we stopped and ate our lunch.

Not quite impressive, but at least there was water

 

We took a detour to Ross, the tidiest town in Tasmania (a name given to itself - I couldn’t pretend to make that up) where we spent some time strolling around the main street and checking out its famous stone bridge which was designed by two stonemason convicts who were exonerated after its completion.  We also found the town’s “Four Corners” where one could turn to Temptation (the hotel), Salvation (the Church) Recreation (the Town Hall) or Damnation (the town jail). 

The famous stone bridge

 

We wrapped up the day of touring in Hamilton or “the Charleston of Tasmania” as they call it where we capped off the evening with a pub-style dinner in the overly kitschy hotel.  

But first, we had to taste some whiskey.

 

 Our hotel for the night