We woke early and watched the fog roll into the bay off the Tasman Ocean. It reminded me of the fog rolling over the hills into San Francisco. As we enjoyed a tasty German Breakfast, of cured meats, cheeses, and bread, the fog slowly lifted to reveal another beautiful crisp sunny day. Sascha insisted that we go fishing with him this morning before we headed off. One more cup of coffee and we climbed down the cliffside, me with very guarded uncertainty since just having my casts off less than a week ago. Kerstin showed me her sea urchin collection that she had stashed away in tide pools. Kerstin hooked up her pole and within minutes caught a great bait fish, which within seconds Kevin proceeded to fling off the line as he cast in out to sea! Never trust a yank with your bait! We had a super fun morning of fishing, tide pooling and messing around. Time flies when you are having fun, and before we knew it we were on our way once again pleased that we had made the adventurer connection….Thanks for everything Sascha and Kerstin from Germany!
The hippy township of Cygnet was just up the road and we decided to stop at their Farmers Market to pick up some fresh food for the next couple of days. Kev was caught up at the fresh jam stands, I was at the relishes. "Would you like to try some chutney?", the elderly farm/hippy dressed lady asked from behind her table. "Yes, that would be nice", I replied. "Hold out your hand", she said. I looked up at her with a puzzled expression! "Just hold out your hand and I will plop a little chutney on your palm", she smiled. Ok. So I opened my right palm and she plopped a nice dollop s of wet fruity chutney onto my palm. I looked up at her with a puzzled expression? "Suck if off your hand", she insisted. Ok. I slurped it off my hand, and managed to get most of it over my face, I'm guessing because my right hand and wrist does not have the complete range of movement since the break? Or maybe it has just been a long time since I have eaten a wet dollop off my palm?…ha ha ha. Just as I had sucked the dollop off the "Relish Lady" grabbed by hand and wiped it with a wet sponge and had placed another sample in my palm to taste. Now this time I have to tell you I was really hesitant to indulge. I looked up at the lady with an "are you kidding me" expression…Oh what the heck!! I slurped off the second and third tasting! The "Relish Lady" waited on my chutney choice… "I'll take the zesty tomato"! Oh my gosh my eyes just caught a glimpse of that little bucket of water that she had got the sponge out of…. I felt sick.
Back on the road, past Huonville, Tasmania's largest apple growing district, then on and up the steep windy climb to summit of Mt. Wellington with the campervan doing the "Devil Crawl" We had driven into a frozen cloud, unable to see anything at all and decided to drive down, snap a few shots where the cloud had lifted, crank up the heat and drive as far as we could before night falls continuing our travel towards the west coast of Tassie. We pulled off at a free camp right on the shores of Lake Binney. It has been a fun long day so we called it a night.