The next morning, we hitched the caravan to the Ute and set off toward .. The night before, we decided to stay in free caravan rest areas in town—simple but convenient. Our plan was clear: stop in Campbell Town for the night, then continue to St. Helens, leaving the van behind. From Campbell town we would head for Hobart.

We arrived in Campbell Town around 1:30 p.m., parking in a charming rest area. This quaint little village, with its historic charm and quiet streets, was the perfect spot to pause and unwind. Campbell Town isn’t bustling, but its simplicity is part of its appeal. There’s a single pub, an IGA, and a local butcher whose shop is a hidden gem. Trust me—if you stop here, do yourself a favour and visit the butcher. The quality is top-notch, and the prices are a pleasant surprise. Do you wanna go to the shopping centre before we get her.

Leaving the van in Campbell Town turned out to be one of the wisest decisions we made. The road between Campbell Town and St. Helens winds through a treacherous mountain range—narrow, steep, and relentlessly demanding. As we maneuverer the Ute through the twists and turns, we passed a few caravans struggling along the route. It was a sobering sight, a reminder that not everyone knew what lay ahead—or worse, ignored the warnings. Let me say this clearly: do not tow your van across this range.

After conquering the treacherous mountain pass, we finally reached St. Helens—and it was nothing short of a revelation. Nestled along Tasmania’s northeastern coastline, this place is nothing less than a natural masterpiece, aptly named the Bay of Fires. The beaches here? They defy description. The sand is impossibly white, so pure it almost seems unreal, and the water. A brilliant emerald blue that shimmers with every ripple. I’ve seen many coastlines in my time, but nothing quite like this.

We were so captivated by St. Helens that we made a decision then and there: we’d retrace our journey from Hobart to soak in more of its magic. We would stay longer, savouring the serenity of those beaches, breathing in the fresh sea air. The caravan parks here are free, and the location. You couldn’t pay for anything better. This place is priceless.

After a leisurely lunch in town, we strolled through St. Helens, taking in the quiet charm of its streets. It’s a small town, but there's a rhythm to it, a pace that makes you want to slow down and really take in the sights. We wandered along the coastline, checking out a few campsites that dotted the shore, already anticipating our return. The allure of St. Helens was undeniable, a magnetic pull that promised us more quiet mornings by the sea, and peaceful nights under the Tasmanian sky. As the promise of those beaches beckoned us back, a place where time seemed to stretch endlessly, just waiting to be embraced.

We stayed a couple of nights, Campbell Town was our peaceful retreat. Its charm lies not in grand attractions but in its unassuming warmth—a small slice of Tasmanian life that invites you to slow down and savory the journey.
From Campbell Town to Hobart,Read more