• Giant Walks & Towering Gums

    Mar 26–27, 2024 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    As we pulled away from Swimcart Beach, the fiery embers of the Bay of Fires fading in the rearview mirror, nostalgia washed over us. The week's tranquility had woven its spell, and whispers of a return danced on the wind. Winter's solitude beckoned, promising an opportunity to rediscover this haven in a new light.

    Replenishing our water supplies in St Helens, we steered our course northwest, the flanks of the Blue Tiers rising majestically beside us. A spontaneous detour led us to Halls Falls, where water cascaded down moss-mantled rocks, another symphony in Tasmania's wild concerto.

    Further along our route, we veered off the well-worn path towards The Blue Tier Giant Walk. The road narrowed to a thread, transforming into a goat track that our trusty steed traversed with unwavering resolve. The secluded trailhead soon emerged, and a short walk later, we found ourselves humbled by the towering presence of magnificent gums, their sentinels reaching nearly 60 meters skyward.

    Back on the open road, we pressed onward until the iconic silhouette of the Pub in the Paddock materialised on the horizon. Nestled amidst rolling hills and farmland, this rustic pub is a haven for weary travellers. The laughter and chatter of fellow adventurers spilled out from the weathered exterior, an irresistible invitation. Inside, a steaming cup of locally roasted coffee and a shared plate of golden fries fuelled our wanderlust. It was the perfect pit stop, a warm embrace amidst the untamed wilderness.

    Another stretch of road and Legerwood's memorial carvings stopped us in our tracks. Each inscription was a poignant etching, a story carved into wood to honour the lives lost in service during World War I. It was a solemn reminder of the sacrifices made, a testament to the courage of local servicemen who had given their all.

    Finally, we rumbled into Scottsdale, settling into the bustling free RV park. While not our customary tranquil haven, it offered the last refuge for the night. Tomorrow, a short journey to Launceston beckoned.
    Read more