While my dad continued golfing, my mom and SR and I went to check out the northwestern part of Tasmania. The approach to Cradle Mountain National Park...
...was nearly as beautiful as the park itself. Felt great to take the 2-hr hike around Dove Lake after the long drive from Bridport.
At dusk, the animals starting coming out to play, and we got our first sighting of a live, wild wombat (as opposed to the road kill version we'd seen previously).
After that first sighting, we started wondering how it was possible we'd never seen a wombat before, as we must have seen a couple dozen that evening. They were EVERYWHERE. Of course, it helped that we stayed at Cradle Mountain for a nighttime animal tour, during which we went to an animal refuge to see the Tasmanian devils feed--and also saw a quoll feeding.
From Cradle Mountain, all the way out to the west coast, and the town of Strahan, which was dripping in Huan pine handicrafts.
My favorite part of the Strahan visit: seeing the beach at Hells Gate (the very narrow entrance to the very enormous Macquerie Harbor, plus Ocean Beach...the end of the line in Tasmania, next stop Argentina.
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