Mostly show. A little tell. Oh, and full disclosure: there’ll be a picture of wombat poop somewhere. Just because.

So. The wicked storm that had been rallying out in the Indian Ocean finally decided to make its move. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to spend the night indoors when it made landfall, so consulted my maps and figured I could get my day’s perambulations in and still make Stanley before things got ugly. Did, and did.

Of course, it’s never unpleasant to indulge in a hot shower wash off a few days of camping; the campervan I rented has…minimal amenities beyond providing a portable dry, enclosed space in which one can lie approximately flat.

Tassie campervan left. Pablo campervan right. #itllprobablybefine

Okay, I promised pictures. Lake St. Clair National Park:

Next stop Strahan, on the west coast, but first a quick stop for coffee, sausage rolls, serendipity and delightful company (thank you Zara, Aliana and Sam!) at the Linda Cafe.

More serendipity: stumble across the side-splittingly funny (and informative!) The Ship That Never Was (with obligatory audience participation) at the Strahan waterfront, then camping at Macquarie Head.

Note: nothing says “West Tassie” like lounging outside your campervan on the beach at dusk under a eucalyptus tree with a guitar and a cold one while wallabies nibble at your tires.

Next morning: a posh cruise out of the harbor and up the Gordon River.

Then…what was after that? Oh right: up to Corinna, on the edge of the Tarkine Forest.

Oh wait! I forgot about the wombat poop. Here:

Why is this important? Well, Matthew Inman has a thing or two to say about wombats and their…leavings. (Warning: it’s not a particularly…refined elaboration.)

But whew – I’m exhausted already. Let’s just leave it there for now, and I’ll do more catching up later.