2018

  • Apr 9 Hahndorf to Hall’s Gap

    Visit Penfolds winery in Barossa Valley and drive to Halls Gap. We graze the rolling hills down to a flat plain that is baked into submission by the sun: Shiraz country. Home to Peter Lehman and Penfolds. Birthplace of The… Continue reading

  • Apr 8 McLaren Vale, Glenelg, Adelaide

    McLaren Vale wine, lunch and Glenelg beach walk with Doull’s, Adelaide evening. We caffeinate, throw laundry into the hotel’s machine, arrange for maids to dry it and put it in our room, and make tracks for vineyards in McLaren Vale,… Continue reading

  • Apr 7 Hahndorf in Adelaide Hills

    Wine tasting in Adelaide Hills. Life begins twice a day: when you get up and when you have your first cocktail. After a morning and early afternoon doing administrative chores related to “where are wee staying next, how will we… Continue reading

  • Apr 6 Port Fairy to Hahndorf

    Long drive from Port Fairy to the Adelaide Hills with Coonawarra wine tasting on the way. We get a very late start after administrative chores and shopping for sandwiches to take on the road, so we’re on the road to… Continue reading

  • Apr 5 Port Campbell to Port Fairy

    Early visit to 12 Apostles and Loch Ard Gorge for morning views, walk on beach where shipwreck survivors landed, sleep in charming Port Fairy. We wake early and bomb back east on B100 to see Loch Ard’s spectacular rocks in… Continue reading

  • Apr 4 Otway Lightstation to Port Campbell

    Walk around Cape Otway light station, hike Maits Rest park and Melba Gully park for old forests, see sunset at 12 Apostles. We wake and David walks into the bush and photographs his second wallaby (our iPad ewill not accept… Continue reading

  • Apr 3 Lorne to Cape Otway Lightstation

        Visit parks and sleep at a lightstation. The Great Ocean Road. Yes it is. Yes, it really is. We happily leave the Grand Pacific Hotel and drive on a road that winds gently toward Erskine Falls in the… Continue reading

  • Apr 2 Launceston to Lorne

    We wake earlier than we would like even though Daylight Savings has ended and we’ve had two days with an extra hour. (We are just tickled to realize all our friends in the States have LOST an hour of sleep.)… Continue reading

  • Apr 1 Launceston

    Exploring Launceston. Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Cynthia, happy birthday to you. I love being married to a fifty-year old who looks forty. Cynthia and I walk down the hill, past the old Catholic… Continue reading

  • Mar 31 Launceston

    Sheffield with murals everywhere, Deloraine community embroidery project, salmon and ginseng farm. David runs the Inglis River track in the other direction this morning, toward Bass Highway (named after George, first circumnavigator of Tassie), and meets the same good-lookin gal… Continue reading

  • Mar 30 Wynyard

    After a late breakfast, we tool off to Stanley in the Volvo we certainly are getting to know well. Stanley is a beautiful, tiny port town about an hour from Wynyard. It’s the birthplace of Joseph Lyons, the only Tasmanian… Continue reading

  • Mar 29 Strahan to Wynyard

    Walking around Strahan harbor, collecting mushrooms for dinner in Wynyard with family. After a quick continental breakfast in the 1896 mansion that’s our hotel, we walk left around Strahan’s bay to an old train station, look at its Thomas the… Continue reading

  • Mar 28 Hobart to Strahan

    Drive Hobart to Strahan via Mt Fields National Park and ”the wall” We try to leave Michael and Ingrid’s immaculate and fascinatingly art-filled apartment as neat and tidy as it welcomed us, and we motor out of Hobart, over its… Continue reading

  • Mar 27 Hobart to Port Arthur

    Port Arthur, Tasman Arch, Dogline at Eaglehawk Neck Blue sky everywhere. Sandwiches, check. Chips, check. Cameras and phones, check. Chargers, check. Gas, check. Warm layers, check. Sunglasses, check. We’re on the road to Port Arthur, a kilometer of cars in… Continue reading

  • Mar 26 Hobart

    Day in town for museum, Mawson’s hut and shopping. What a difference a day … an hour … makes. Sunrise is like the inside of a conch shell, the white center giving way to soft and gradually darker pinks with… Continue reading

  • Mar 25 Hobart

    MONA art gallery and Mt. Wellington  Tasmania. The name alone conjures wild, hairy, grinning cartoon figures straight out of Disney. Before we came here, it was certainly less substantial in our minds than New Zealand, which is two islands, or… Continue reading

  • Mar 24 Hobart

    Rain pelts our bedroom windows through the night and we wake to a light drizzle. Thankfully, our seventeenth bed on this trip — yes, you read that number right — is firm and comfortable and we have a lazy morning.… Continue reading

  • Mar 23 Melbourne to Hobart

    Jim drives us in surprisingly sparse traffic to the airport where we catch a 737 to Hobart, Tasmania, after Cynthia is relieved of her 2-inch yarn scissors by the really understanding but adamantine security officer. We land and walk down… Continue reading

  • Mar 22 Melbourne

    Treasury and Parliament buildings and the Immigration Museum David runs down Bayview and turns left, toward the town beach where a dozen bathers of all ages, some in scuba gear, others in thongs, swim in the pre-dawn bay, and a… Continue reading

  • Mar 21 Melbourne

    Federation Square tour, Ian Potter building of NGV, walk along the Yarra and see Rod Laver Arena, pub dinner. David runs as instructed down Bayview to the water where he turns right and jogs on a path along the shoreline,… Continue reading