Nothing beats a road trip
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsChilling out on a Sunday, listening to the Triple J count-down and working on making this little flat feel a bit more like a home. We won’t be staying past the end of our lease, but November seems far enough away to make a little bit of homeliness worth it. We’ve been living with the temporary for too long.
We’ve been busy, despite, or perhaps because of, being on holidays. One action-packed week…
On the road, a perfect winter's morning
A Saturday of spending money – two shiny new lenses to finally supplement the kit lens I’ve been shooting with for the past two years – followed by a Sunday of digging in the dirt, re-vegetating the creek-line at a local vineyard (our efforts rewarded with a BBQ lunch and wine tasting).
Monday we were up early, getting ready in the dark for a road trip through the highlands and up to Cradle Mountain. Driving through snow in our little four-cylinder front-wheel-drive was certainly an experience!
Photo by Alex, as I was the crazy one driving on the slippery white stuff
We treated ourselves to three nights at Cradle, spending our days hiking and our nights in front of a roaring fire. It was pretty close to perfection and we’ll definitely be back, though in the autumn when the fagus are in leaf turn and an attempt on the summit can be made (it was far too snowy and icy this time). It was our first proper experience of frost, snow and sub-zero temperatures and it was lovely!
Below zero and beautiful
On Thursday morning we loaded or coats and cases back into the car and headed down into the Tamar valley, exploring the north of the state and stopping in at the picture-perfect Ninth Island vineyard to drop some more money on some very tasty reds before making the long drive back down south to a chilly Hobart.
Cradle Mountain reflected in Dove Lake on a perfect alpine day
In amongst the unpacking on Friday we dashed up to the hospital where they gave me my little nuclear pill and I began my adventures in radio-activity – the minor annoyances of remembering to flush twice and the tedium of sleeping alone. Other than that, it’s life as normal. Friday night saw a renewed assault on Tassie night-life as we hit up a psy night at a local pub. Nice tunes and a good crowd, but this is such a proggy/glitchy town. By 2am I was bored enough to head home and curl up against the cold.
On top of Marian's Lookout - as far as we were going without snow gear (it was knee deep)
Now it’s another weekend of sleeping in and cleaning up. The boy is sorting out his study in preparation for tomorrow’s return to classes and there has been much measuring and re-organising in preparation for the purchase of a second desk. Finally I’ll be able to get this computer off the dining table and have my own workspace again.
We’re feeling less transitory, we’re growing up a lot. Making hard choices, learning about ourselves. Mostly life’s good, but some days I just want to take the next plane home.
Perfection on the Tamar estuary, northern Tasmania.
We’ve been busy, despite, or perhaps because of, being on holidays. One action-packed week…
On the road, a perfect winter's morning
A Saturday of spending money – two shiny new lenses to finally supplement the kit lens I’ve been shooting with for the past two years – followed by a Sunday of digging in the dirt, re-vegetating the creek-line at a local vineyard (our efforts rewarded with a BBQ lunch and wine tasting).
Monday we were up early, getting ready in the dark for a road trip through the highlands and up to Cradle Mountain. Driving through snow in our little four-cylinder front-wheel-drive was certainly an experience!
Photo by Alex, as I was the crazy one driving on the slippery white stuff
We treated ourselves to three nights at Cradle, spending our days hiking and our nights in front of a roaring fire. It was pretty close to perfection and we’ll definitely be back, though in the autumn when the fagus are in leaf turn and an attempt on the summit can be made (it was far too snowy and icy this time). It was our first proper experience of frost, snow and sub-zero temperatures and it was lovely!
Below zero and beautiful
On Thursday morning we loaded or coats and cases back into the car and headed down into the Tamar valley, exploring the north of the state and stopping in at the picture-perfect Ninth Island vineyard to drop some more money on some very tasty reds before making the long drive back down south to a chilly Hobart.
Cradle Mountain reflected in Dove Lake on a perfect alpine day
In amongst the unpacking on Friday we dashed up to the hospital where they gave me my little nuclear pill and I began my adventures in radio-activity – the minor annoyances of remembering to flush twice and the tedium of sleeping alone. Other than that, it’s life as normal. Friday night saw a renewed assault on Tassie night-life as we hit up a psy night at a local pub. Nice tunes and a good crowd, but this is such a proggy/glitchy town. By 2am I was bored enough to head home and curl up against the cold.
On top of Marian's Lookout - as far as we were going without snow gear (it was knee deep)
Now it’s another weekend of sleeping in and cleaning up. The boy is sorting out his study in preparation for tomorrow’s return to classes and there has been much measuring and re-organising in preparation for the purchase of a second desk. Finally I’ll be able to get this computer off the dining table and have my own workspace again.
We’re feeling less transitory, we’re growing up a lot. Making hard choices, learning about ourselves. Mostly life’s good, but some days I just want to take the next plane home.
Perfection on the Tamar estuary, northern Tasmania.
