Tonight I arrived in Launceston after eight days of cycling in Tasmania. My muddy boots are the cleanest thing I own. I am bearded and burnt, aching from climbs I never expected. At the top of them all was Jacob’s Ladder. It felt like the end of the world, or maybe God’s workshop, all strewn with boulders and clouds. I didn’t belong there but I don’t care. These places are beautiful . . .
Entering Ben Lomond National Park
The Spirit of Tasmania ferry
Introducing the awesome possum
Wombat! I love these guys . . .
C702 to Frankford
The top of Legges Tor – Tasmania’s second highest point
Swamp land at Ansons Bay
My first Tasmanian sunset
St. Helens dockside
Latrobe – the platypus capital of the world. I saw exactly none.