This is the ‘Edge of the World’ at the mouth of the Arthur River. I was struck by the piles of huge logs on every beach; not your usual driftwood.
The sea here is wild, so I can see how it could bring such timber onto shore. I try to imagine being shipwrecked on this west coast.
In every direction there are high log piles, on rocks as well as beaches.
This is in the Arthur-Pieman Conservation Area, 100,000 protected ha. and part of the Tarkine area.
That night I camp in one of the many bush nooks in the Prickly Moses campground. Although the strip is well shielded from the western sea, the surf is so loud and relentless that even with my hearing aids out it is hard to sleep.
I keep thinking of that wild surf at the Edge of the World.
An amazing sky greets me as I head out on what is called the Tarkine Drive. I learn that the road to Corinna, which I had planned to take, is closed due to the ongoing fires. More plan changes…
The Arthur-Pieman is mainly coastal heath, and flat.
I soon find myself among plantations again, where these speed breakers are frequently inset on the roads.
i don’t think I know any more what natural bush looks like here, as beyond the road sides I keep seeing the regular monotony of vast plantations.
The other common roadside feature was settings of beehives; they aren’t kidding about the significance of the Tasmanian honey industry. I can see why you aren’t allowed to bring honey into the state.
I didn’t, but I’ll be taking a lot out…