Bay of Fires: Campsite Paradise

Evercreech threw a curtain of rain behind us as we peeled out, dirt roads unwinding through the forest like ribbons. Our sights were set on St. Helens, a stepping stone on the path to the fiery shores of the Bay of Fires.

For an hour, we chased the horizon, the only company the rhythmic patter of raindrops. St. Helens finally emerged, a welcome sight. We split like a well-oiled team: Sal on a grocery mission, while Anth wrestled with overflowing bins, refueled the camp stove, and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, snagged some pool noodles. Apparently, they were key to a rainy day awning MacGyver fix.

Refreshed and restocked, we bumped into a fellow traveler at a water stop. A young Belgian woman, her Nissan XTrail a trusty steed as she explored the wonders of Tasmania. It was a constant delight, these chance encounters on the road. People from far-flung corners, united by the spirit of adventure, each with their own story to tell.

Our compass pointed towards Swimcart Beach, the crown jewel of the Bay of Fires. We knew it was a popular spot, and for good reason. Nicknamed "Millionaire's Row," the campsites boasted beachfront bliss and jaw-dropping views. Thankfully, our early arrival on a Tuesday paid off. Two prime spots awaited, and the Bay of Fires beckoned with promises of fiery sunsets and unforgettable adventures.

Despite facing strong onshore winds and rolling seas upon arrival – a seemingly persistent Tasmanian greeting – the second day brought a welcome shift. The tempestuous gusts subsided, replaced by gentler offshore breezes that calmed the waves.

Our week unfolded on a tapestry of pristine white sands, where we explored the beaches and diligently weaved in online work sessions. This idyllic haven proved so captivating that leaving felt like a wrench. However, Anth's mum was due to arrive in Launceston in just a few days, ready to embark on a co-traveling adventure with us for a few weeks. Swimcart Beach, though, wouldn't be our last encounter.Read more