On 30th Jan 2008 we headed off for 10 days of touring Tasmania. Marty (ZX9 Kawasaki), Terry (VFR800) and I (VFR800) had done this trip together previously in 2004. Joining us this time was Bill (ZZR1220) – who had previously done the Snowy Mountains with us, and Tony (Buell Ulysses). We met at the Spirit of Tasmania terminal around 6.00pm, then headed up to Bay St for a delicious gourmet pizza before we embarked. We had cabins booked on the Spirit for the overnight trip across Bass Straight.
Thanks to Marty and Bill for the use of some of their photos in this blog.
We disembarked the Spirit and it immediately started raining! The rain continued as we rode up along the beautiful Tamar valley and continued until we arrived in Beaconsfield. It cleared up after Low Head and down to St Helens via Bridport & Scottsdale.
The afternoon run down the east coast to Swansea was great with quite a bit of sunshine and very light traffic.
Below – Tony on the Buell near Bisheno.
Rode up to Gordon dam. This was a 200 klm detour up and down the same road on our way from Hobart to Strahan. It was well worth it with some really spectacular scenery along the way up there. Fortunately fuel was available at Chalet nearby, howver we didn’t know that and Tony was concerned about the Buell’s capacity to get there and back after the k’s we had already covered from Hobart.
Pic by Martin Owen
We headed on to Strahan. Last time we did the big boat trip and Sarah Island gig. This time we just kicked back a bit, ate and drank and did the the jet boat trip up the King River and FWD trip up into the Huon Pine forest. Here’s Tony & I in the jetboat heading off.
Marty & I ran at a pretty good pace from Strahan to here – and beyond. When we were here last in 2004 clear felling had just finished and it looked like a thermonuclear landscape. Amazing how the Aussie bush can recover.
Dove Lake at Cradle Mtn. Within minutes of this photo, the weather turned really wet & cold. Only Marty & I had paid to ride the last few klms down through the National park to the lake. It was so bad that I was concerned that my VFR was going to get blown over. We didn’t even take our helmets off as it was so wet & cold. An hour and a half later in Sheffield we were covering up so as not to get sunburnt! See the beer garden pic below.
We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people’s lives.
Robert M. Pirsig