Not only did I get to turn 50… some of my dearest friends would have loved to have had that chance…. but my birthday was spent at one of the most beautiful places in the world: Tasmania’s Bay of Fires.
Sorry it’s taken me a while to sort and post these photos… the 50th occurred on 17th January, but y’know how it is…
So, the view from the beautiful Lodge we had walked to is just divine. On the morning of January 17th, the sun wasn’t out as in the top photo. In fact it was cloudy as you can see above, with patches of sunshine gleaming far out to sea. Steely grey and gorgeous.
We had spend the past two days walking to the Lodge. The Bay of Fires Lodge Walk is a four-day guided walk. Our two guides had looked after us well as we walked the miles of sandy beach. We’d spent a night at a permanent camp at Foresters Beach and then walked past the lighthouse at Eddystone Point on day two and then to the Lodge.
Day three could be a day of rest, or we could walk to a vehicle, drive to the river and then paddle across Ansons Bay, have lunch then walk along a 5km beach back to the Lodge.
Paul and I were definitely on for the kayak and walk.
Our guide James showed us many interesting plants and features of the landscape on our walks.
Very pretty! We put our kayaks in here.
It’s hard to put into hwords how very significant I found this trip and this day. Paul and I had loved to walk and do outdoorsy things, but have done so little of this sort of thing together since our four children came along… and that’s been nearly 17 years now.
To paraphrase a post title on Frills In The Hills a few years agao, it felt like we were walking back to us on this trip.
And just in the way my ocean swimming in Sydney has helped make me feel like me again, and has given me some much-needed exhileration, do this kayaking on my 50th birthday made me feel in touch with the deepest (and oldest) parts of myself. I felt like a kid again, and that is a great way to feel.
Hubby in the front of the kayak and off we go. We paddled about 8km altogether which I thought would feel hard but it was totally AOK.
The topmost utmost high point of the day of 50th birthday was flying into the river from this high rope swing.
Now that’s what I call living!
The walk back along the beach was magnificent; such beautiful weather and a long wide flat beach.
And me there with my fella, both of us wearing equally uncool but effective hats.
Where we are is at the extreme north end of the Bay of Fires. The Lodge is up on that rise there.
I tried to capture the colours here.
Back at the Lodge, a well-earned cuppa and, thank goodness, no need to chose between the rhubarb and cinnamon cake and the lemon cake; just have both.
The afternoon stayed sunny and we spent loads of time on the huge deck, just looking far far out to sea.
Feeling pretty damn relaxed.
The rock formations and the clear, clear waters and amazing colours are what I’ll always remember about the Bay of Fires.
And the great treat of being together with Paul, just he and I. A big thank you to my sister Mairi for minding our bairns back in Sydney. That was a fab birthday present.
When the moon came up that night it glowed red, I don’t know why.
We toasted my birthday with our new walking companions and drank champagne, our evening meal was delicious.
And trust me, I slept VERY well that night.
You youngsters, don’t you worry about getting older; just look after yourselves well, move your bodies and you’ll be glad to get there too.
Have you swung on a rope swing recently?!!
Where did you spend your 50th birthday or where might you?
Love from your older and amazingly wiser pal,
You can read more about the Bay of Fires Lodge Walk here.