Spazzy Tassie '14...aka...The Lake Leake Chronicles

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Tassie...where tyres are flat and nights are long
That’s 28…pretty bloody impressive I'd say!!...and beating the old record of Wynyard 2011 by 6 heads…WELL DONE, GUYS!!!

Count Annette and Paul and the gang, our Welding-Saint, Dale the Publican and entertainer, the lady who ran the pub kitchen almost single-handedly, the fishing-club troubadour who sang his heart out at the bar that night while plying the banjo... and quite a few others who sweetened the days along the way and it's easy to see what a truly wonderful jaunt it turned out!!

It´s not really...not 1 Month ago!:sick:
Wasn't it yesterday?
Thank You I´ll come again .....
Thanks all, for an impressive ride with you, through the wilderness of Tasmania.

Cheers
Hans
 

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Yes, we cleared all the evidence BEFORE taking the shot,
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….after 3 days the place started to feel like home. Trying to get everything packed dry doesn’t make for an early start, but we don’t really know where the day will end and if we’re going to pitch canvas tonight.



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Dale, the publican who made it all possible….AND can strum a banjo!
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It’s Goodbye to some, others returning to normal life in Hobart or Melbourne, Hans is off into another direction and we might not see each other before he flies home again….the Taj Mahal is packed away faster than any of our gear and the GSX14 “The Coffin” has been ready to travel for nearly an hour ago.

Robbie straps the big box with the projector onto the back of the Husky….someone kicks the cold ashes of last night’s fire.

It’s been a pearler of a meet, one I’ll never forget!!
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Thanks to all for the fun, the tears of laughter, the bellyache, the stories, the lies, the bullshyte…THE GOOD TIMES!!


Campbelltown, Ross, Jericho.
On the road again…


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On the backroads between Bothwell and Hamilton




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It’s nearly impossible to get the strange mood of that chequered-light landscape across on photographs…



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Hmmm…things don’t look too good for that bullet-proof BMW rear-end “she’s barely run in at 140.000k’s, mate!!” Hamilton proves the end of the road for Derek and that R11GS.

(and to use his own words: "SHE'S FA&%ED)
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It’s a sad end for all, but Crusty in particular.
Despite the joys of a quick and comprehensive rescue (flown the same night out to Melbourne with a cab to the front door and the bike pickup and transport organized) it’s a major blow to lose the dry wit, and questionable jokes
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, for the 2.half of our journey.

Just look at that face…he’s already dreaming of getting home and back to work again…yeah, yeah!
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A last look over the shoulder at a lonely red ‘n white BM and the sad wave of that “Supersoil” cap and we’re out of Hamilton, south into Bushy Park for the short dogleg down the Derwent towards New Norfolk again.

There’s a wide-arc bypass to the west of Hobart via Feilton and the Plenty River into Judbury and Huonville, a logging road for access to the huge pine plantations of the SouthWest.


Near Feilton….a paddock full of huge “mole-hills”.


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The majority proves a fairly rough and corrugated bush-road which could be anywhere in Australia... the fun bit finally starts on the descent into Judbury, with the views opening up towards the Hartz Mountains in the south.
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Plenty of visitors on the new caravan park just outside Huonville where we finish up after a fruitless search for some pub-beds, not realizing that it’s a public holiday long-weekend and “we’re only 20 mins from Hobart CBD, mate”



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The “foghorn-triplets”…. Christ, can those buggers make a racket, or what?



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It's an early night, trying to catch up on a bit of lost sleep over the last few nights...let's see what the morning brings.

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Fuzzy Dunlop

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It’s nearly impossible to get the strange mood of that chequered-light landscape across on photographs…



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I have a cracker from that same location that has the weird light juuuust right :)

Great stuff mate. Playing catch up on these ride reports is going to be easier with you guys jogging my memory :)
 

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I have a cracker from that same location that has the weird light juuuust right :)

Great stuff mate. Playing catch up on these ride reports is going to be easier with you guys jogging my memory :)

Looking forward to THAT!! :slobb
That was a weird afternoon, just the slightest haze and all those dry-yellow hills rolling away into the distance with a ring of mountains to the south.
Somehow the light was like through an opaque filter....just somewhat like strong sunlight through the first, thin smoke of a bushfire.
 

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With Tassie-Dave also back to work, our little band is down to five…

The warm, balmy morning awaits with more blue skies and fluffy cottonwool up there.

Brecky at the Port Huon Trading Post proves a lucky choice, the tucker’s good and plentiful and reasonably priced. And what I thought would be a dirt-road around the southern shores of Hospital Bay to Whale Point turns out a “tour-of-discovery” of the “fishing net-infirmary” of Port Huon instead.

Never realized how HUUGE these nets are and how many folks and equipment it takes to service and repair them.
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Hide ‘n seek…


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…the bees are having a feast!!



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Staying along the coast via Police Point to Dover certainly beats the Channel Hwy…even though that one’s a cracker in itself.
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We make a meal of just slowly tootling down the coast, taking our time and let the cameras buzz away to lock away what eyes and hearts detect.


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OK…now it’s clear where all those huge nets came from…


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The place is truly bustling…



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A bit further south…



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What an operation this Salmon-business is, gulp!




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Cygney Peninsula and South Bruny Island in the background, the whole channel-country is simply gobsmacking, especially on a sparkler of a day like this.
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Across Roaring Bay…this is turning into one hell of a MAGIC MORNING!!


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A little dirt track towards Esperance Point



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Port Esperance (aka Dover Bay)


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The Dover Racing Team, 1974
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Gosh, I'd thought the last Escort burned down pre-2000 sometime, dodgy carbs and all that.


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Port Esperance…a little gem along the channel coast.



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It’s a spectacular day…so we keep going to the end of the road, which turns into fairly bumpy and rocky dirt the further south we get.
Along the way to Cockle Creek.




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It really feels a bit like the edge of the world and it’s hard to not just sit…and stay….and wonder!!
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A few days later Annette drops casually that her family was, and still is, firmly entrenched in that area, all the way down from Geeveston (yes, the Geeves-Clan settled that one, too) right down to landholdings at Cockle Creek.
 

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Some thunderheads and blackbellies are creeping overhead again, time to turn tail and track north towards Ida Bay and Lune River. But not without snooping out some side-tracks for a bit....




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Mt. Leillateah ... Moonlight Ridge on the right



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Mt. La Perouse ? in the background…




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Hey IKEA, take a leaf out of THAT book!! Picnic tables outside the Thermal Pools near Hastings Caves.
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….which also gives birth to Doug’s “legend-of-the-pink-beaker”
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Big, fat raindrops make us run for the bundles of riding gear strewn around the benches of the pool, dropping them off in a picnic shelter before slipping back into the warm thermal waters as the bush around us get a short, sharp soak.

It’s a quiet tootle back up to Huonville.
Pick your poison…but don’t toucha da pink cup, capisce??



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The dusk-patrol waddling their nosy rounds….



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AHHHH….another GREAT DAY in the bag!!


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