Hello Wild Wild West

Bidding farewell to Smithton and the familiar embrace of Tall Timbers, we set our compass west towards Marrawah, a coastal gem nestled on Tasmania's rugged flank. Green Point Campground, the gateway to the Tarkine Drive's week-long adventure, was our target.

A thirst for exploration led us down a dusty byway, past the ghost of Robbin's Island shimmering in the distance. Visions of cattle herded across the sand flats at low tide danced in our minds, a spectacle just out of reach. No matter, the unfurling ribbon of dirt road had its own charm, weaving us deeper into the heart of dairy country.

The first vista of Tasmania's West Coast unfolded at Preminghana, a rugged canvas where intrepid surfers danced with the icy swells, chasing the exhilarating power of the ocean's fury. Before our journey reached its final port on this leg, this raw display of nature's might served as a potent introduction to the untamed spirit of the island's western shores.

Green Point lived up to its name, a symphony of wild winds and breathtaking ocean vistas. Yet, the free campsite pulsed with the energy of fellow adventurers, leaving not a single space for our nomadic souls. But sometimes, indulgence whispers sweeter than frugality. The Marrawah Inn, with its siren song of salt and pepper calamari, loaded fries, and the mythical - a flushable toilet after days on the road - became our haven for the night.

Contentment settled over us like a warm blanket, anticipation for the coming days simmering with each bite. Sleep came easy, dreams filled with Tarkine's untamed beauty waiting to be unveiled. This next adventure had just begun.もっと詳しく