When Paige and I first decided that we wanted to come live in Hobart, Tasmania we both asked ourselves, “what are we going to do there?”. Once we started to tell friends and family about our new move we started to hear it more and more, “what are you guys going to do there?”. Before we even left the US the answer seemed pretty easy, Paige was going to get a job related to food and I would get a job at a bike shop, we would ride bikes everyday and party as much as our bodies would let us. I am not going to lie, the first couple of months seemed like we were in a dream world. We have been accomplishing exactly what we told our friends and family we would: we ride our bikes to work, I have a stress free job repairing and selling bikes and Paige helps out with marketing and serving at the Distillery cellar. Now all that sounds great but in addition to the easy everyday living we also wanted adventure, exploration, and going out of our comfort zone. To help us with the adventure we bought a “bus”, a 1984 Toyota Land Cruiser, and have started to explore the state. We have been lucky to see some amazing beaches, mountains, wildlife, and artisan food producers. But in the midst of all of it I have started to feel like we were getting into a routine. Even though we do have different lifestyle here and we are doing what we said we would be doing something was missing for me. Just a couple nights ago I was feeling homesick and down, I went over and had a couple beers at the Lark (Paige’s work) and got into more of a funk. Paige sensed it and we began to talk about it. The few trips that we have been on were fun but maybe it was my mindset but there was something missing in those trips that left me feeling unsatisfied. This feeling has hiding inside me for a while and growing until Paige and I finally talked about it. There was no solution that could be found and the conclusion of the conversation was to just be present in the moment and try to enjoy our time here.
Now that was a lot of history to set you up for what happened this weekend on our trip up the East Coast. The trip reinforced my desire to travel and live here. There was no one moment, or view, or even beer for that matter. It was all of it. The random stopping at a beach to take a quick dip in the ocean. The amazing drive along the Tasman sea with its Crystal blue water. Getting splashed by a large wave as I stood on the volcanic rocks that make the Bay of Fires iconic. The underwater kisses to the woman I love. Waking up at 5 in the morning to catch the sunrise. Finding the perfect campsite when none could be found. Teaching Paige to cast the fishing rod. Going fishing in the ocean before anybody was even awake. Going to a winery when the road we needed to travel was closed. Changing our original plans to new ones and making our trip this weekend unforgettable.
Paige and I had planned to go to Freycinet National Park and do a big hike and hang out at friendly beaches. There are huge fires in Tasmania at the moment and the road we needed to get on to get us there was closed. We had to turn around and take a country gravel road to another part of the state. We knew we wanted to visit the Bay of Fires but we were not prepared to travel there this weekend. The irony that the roaring fires forced us to change plans and go to the Bay of Fires was not lost on us. Let’s just say it was fate. We are very glad mother nature steered us on our adventure to the Bay of Fires and everything in between.