A necessity in many parts of Tasmania.

The species on which our camoflaged cell phone towers must be based. Many are far less luxuriant than this speciment. Norfolk Pines (Araucaria heterophylla) are indiginous. Who knew?

Hold for plant unit: flowers, fruiting, and spent fruits. Eucalyptus species of some description.

Summer holiday is over and kids are back in school. Looks like early morning recess, or phys ed class. Same sounds as at home. Happiness!

Very large hermit crab along the beach at the Bay of Fires.

More mollusks.

Non-granitic rocks. Basalt? Anyone? Found this crinkly layered specimen along one beach of black boulders at the Bay of Fires.

Lots more sand-blown dunes up here (Bay of Fires) than down in Bicheno, though the fine sand looks and feels similar. More gorgeousness!

Oh dear. Overcast. Still rather attractive though, don’t you think?

More of the same. As Alena would say, “good life!”

Richmond Bridge 1825 - oldest known stone arch bridge in Australia. You guessed it - built by convicts.

Vantage from across the Coal River, so called because (crappy) coal was collected along its banks, and eventually mined a bit in the region until it was determined to be of too poor quality to be of any industrial use.

A view along the lane in Richmond, the most touristy but also beautiful of the towns I visited along the Heritage Highway. Overnight at Mrs. Currie’s B&B - charming, good breakfast, and all of the aforementioned legit and poached internet connection.

Yes, I know, typical Anndy photo. Looking out through the window of the Episcopal Church in Richmond. Not as grand as the old Catholic House of Worship, but also devoid of graphic paintings of the Stations of the Cross.

The Gaol (jail) in Richmond is quite well done up as a musuem (of incarceration) and one wall was left to show the unusual masonry. This one’s for you, Todd!

Miniature Hobart of 1869. Some guy’s 9-year project to reconstruct all of the buildings plus 900 little people engaged in all manner of activites. (Yes, ALL manner.) Signage included photographs of views of Modern Hobart taken at the locations that the various miniatures depicted. I thought it was charming.!

Vinyard where I treated myself to lunch. Off across the fields to the right is an enormous radiotelescope and the Grote Reber Museum, the existence of which I only learned from my waitress, and too late to schedule a visit before my flight to Melbourne. Thought of the Pauls, Martenis and Rosen.

Not like American airports! Kept my clothes on, kept liquids (including a bottle of water) packed where they belong, no radiation scans, short lines, nice security folks, and no jetways. Also no photgraphs of the planes or walkways to the plane, but I’ll allow them that.

Good bye, Tassie! I hope to be back some time. You’re beautiful and laid back and there is an entire 2/3 of the state I still haven’t visited!