I got a note in my email last evening that made me pretty happy: Pictures from my trip to Tasmania have been printed and should have been shipped out today! Having gone through the pictures again to get them ready for these posts, it made me that much more eager to be able to arrange the real pictures into some sort of a scrapbook one day soon.
(To see the previous posts in this series, go to Part 1 here and Part 2 here.)
One evening, we walked down to Hellyer beach. It was about a 10-minute walk, over the Detention River, up through a residential area, along the road, through some native bush, past more houses, then out onto the tidal flat itself. Around the point was the beach itself, and I loved studying the different shells there—quite different from the other beach just 15 min. west!
A Huntsman spider, the biggest I saw while I was there
I saw quite a few kookaburras while I was there—and heard even more! What an unusual song!
One afternoon when we had some spare time, three other girls and I took a trip out to Rocky Cape. We first went to the boat ramp, and climbed up a cliff to see the scenery on either side of that part of the cape—pretty impressive!
Then we headed back down and walked up a track to the south cave; one of the two on the cape that the Aborigines used to camp in when they were passing through the area. I wanted to explore it, but unfortunately none of us had lights with us, and we were somewhat pressed for time.
We saw an Aboriginal painting (?) on the top of a rock near the lighthouse on the cape—I had to wonder how old it was, and, if it was fairly old, what kind of colors they used and how it managed to stay on an exposed surface so long, and also what it symbolized. Reminds me of sun-god worship, but I have no idea if it has any connection or not.
After looking at the view from the lighthouse (also beautiful), we headed down a track to see the north cave. We weren’t allowed to go into this one; apparently it’s a sacred site to some people.
The bay below the cave was pretty, anyway!
I loved getting to explore the area a little. New Zealand will probably always be the most beautiful place in the world to me, but Tasmania will probably be a close second now—or maybe third, if I’m counting my home state of Michigan during the month of June!
One thing I find sad is that we can often get used to the scenery around us—don’t even see how beautiful it is after a while. Today, go out and see the beauty around you, and thank the Lord for it. For me, the mountains across the river were a special shade of purple this afternoon, something I haven’t seen very often. It was gorgeous, and made me thankful all over again for what the Lord has made!
What are you thankful for right now in the scenery that’s surrounding you?
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