Fiery Skies over Penstock

On the table, a weathered treasure map sprawled (okay, so it was Wikicamps on a tablet), leading us to our next destination: Hobart. Our fingers traced the route, landing on a hidden gem – Penstock Lagoon, the perfect halfway point. It was as if fate itself had marked the spot, a secret whispered on the map's "worn parchment".

Bidding farewell to the salty symphony of the coast, we steered south. The landscape metamorphosed, swapping the sandy stage for rolling emerald hills. Deloraine, Tasmania's unassuming giant, greeted us with its quaint charm before we ascended into the heart of the Great Western Tiers.

Snow markers, silent sentinels, stood guard along the road, igniting a spark of wanderlust in Sal's eyes. They whispered tales of winter wonderlands, painting a picture of our cozy bus nestled amidst snow-capped peaks, a refuge from the biting cold.

With the Great Lake as our glistening companion, we pressed on, anticipation building with each passing mile. Smoke, a veiled reminder of the fiery trials unfolding nearby, hung heavy in the air. We anxiously checked the government website, hoping our haven for the night remained untouched. Thankfully, a reassuring green tick confirmed our safety.

Emerging from the smoky embrace, Penstock Lagoon, a man-made haven for trout and keen fly fisherman, unfolded before us. We were the lone inhabitants, the only souls sharing this slice of serenity. Though our stay was brief, a one-night stopover, we knew we'd return, drawn by the lagoon's quiet magic.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dramatic shadows, Anth's drone danced across the fiery sky, capturing the scene's ethereal beauty. Sal, meanwhile, wove her culinary magic, conjuring a feast that warmed our bellies and our spirits.

Sleep came easily, the only disturbance a quick check on the website, a silent reassurance in the night.

The following morning the smoke, an unexpected artist, took its turn, transforming the sunrise into a fiery masterpiece. We captured its fleeting brilliance in photographs, forever etching this moment into our memory.

Sal's famous pancakes, light and fluffy, fueled us for the final leg. Hobart, the culmination of this quick detour, awaited. We packed up our haven on wheels, hearts brimming with the memories we had woven along the way, and set off with renewed excitement, ready to embrace the adventures that lay ahead.

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