After spending a bit of time navigating the busier areas around Sorell and the outskirts of Hobart, we decided it was time to find a bit of quiet. We made our way down to Gordon, Tasmania, and honestly, it felt like we’d discovered a little slice of hidden treasure. We pulled into the donation park there, and it didn't take us long to realise we’d hit the jackpot.
We managed to snag a camping spot right on the water’s edge. Finding a site like this is like finding hens teeth—you usually have to be incredibly lucky or have the timing of a master watchmaker. Lisa couldn't wipe the smile off her face as we looked out across the calm water.
The setup here is absolutely spectacular. There’s something so grounding about having a massive, weathered gum tree for a neighbour and the shoreline just a few meters from our doorstep. Steve was particularly chuffed with the positioning; he joked that he could almost cast a fishing line without leaving his camp chair. We spent a good portion of the afternoon just sitting outside, watching the clouds stretch across the horizon.
The view from under our awning is better than any fancy resort we’ve ever visited. Looking out over the channel toward those rolling, forested hills, you really feel the deep stillness that makes Tasmania so special. You kids would have loved exploring this stretch; you’d be straight down on that patch of grass or hunting for treasures along the water's edge.
The sky really put on a show for us. Those long, white clouds were perfectly reflected in the water, looking like giant pillows against the deep blue. There was a lone sailboat drifting in the distance, completing a scene that looked more like a postcard than real life. It’s moments like these, where the world feels quiet and the only thing on the agenda is watching the tide, that remind us why we love this journey so much. We feel very lucky to call this our front yard, even if it's just for a little while.
