I can't remember the last time I went to the West Coast of Tasmania, but apparently I did, when I was little, with both of my parents. This time, I went up with friends who needed some extra time for their learner's log book, and Strahan was about as far as we can go. It was beautiful even though it was rainy and windy. I think the foul weather made it the quintessential west coast experience: it was as I had imagined it, including a hail thunderstorm in the middle of the night. I must go for a few walks there before the end of winter. It's gorgeous.
I love that smells of damp forest so very much and I want to see more of it. Time to get out.