Esther Filbrun

Before I ever set foot on Tasmania, the girl I was traveling with told me I needed to see the Nut. And before you think that it’s some place where there are a bunch of almond or cashew or walnut trees, no…there are trees, but it’s a mountain along the northeastern edge of Tasmania that is a wildlife reserve. Apparently one of the best times to go there, wildlife- and beauty- and amount of people-wise, is at dawn. So, one evening just a couple days before I was supposed to leave, we arranged to meet up at 5 am the next morning and drive the 30 minutes or so to the Nut.

(Need to catch up on the previous posts? Here are the links: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.)

I think we ended up leaving about 5:10 or 5:15, which was pretty good, since at least one person who ended up coming wasn’t even awake until 5! We had a beautiful, peaceful drive out there.

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!