Words and photos by Sam Venn
International travel is off the cards, but it’s opened our eyes to the beauty of our own backyards.
And what a backyard we have. Our group of four mates set sail recently from Cronulla, headed south for Tassie. We bypassed Jindy, in the heart of the beautiful Kosciuszko National Park. After catching up with old mates over a birthday beer, west is on our radar.
We hit the roads headed to the famous town of Deniliquin. Why Denny, you ask? Ruby Fields was playing a show with plans to join the convoy to Tassie. Happy to see some familiar faces in Denny, we met up with Rubes and band member Pat to see them jam at Play on the Planes alongside San Sisco and Spacey Jane.
The gig had us devising plans to head back to town in the near future, and kick dust at the annual Denny Ute Muster; a ute gathering as far as the eye can see, apparently. With a few sore heads the next day, we continued on for a night ride on the Spirit of Tasmania. After squeezing six into a four-man cabin, the necks were sore.
Heading west over to Marrawah area, we found super clean waves and made campfires on the rocks. We met a local bloke named Glen who showed us around town, sharing fishing tips and homemade lures. He told us old wives’ tales at night and keep the fire going until morning.
Ready to set sail again, we headed back east via some beautiful towns such as Stanley, or as it’s known, ‘The Nut.’ A quick night in Launceston included a visit to the local lawn bowls club. We stuck out like sore thumbs, but that didn’t stop the locals making us feel welcome. Hit the town to rev up some mullets and jetted off early the next day.
Tassie’s East Coast is a surfer’s dream, with no shortage of scenic point breaks and fresh seafood. My mate Dan had some boards to sign off, so our friend Cam could surf his new 12’2 glider.
Next was Bruny Island for some secluded river mouth point breaks and wineries with another epic Australian artist, Maddy Jane. Thanks for showin’ us round!