Our captain was Les Simms, a busy master mariner who operates tourist sailings out of St Helens and also spends three months a year in Antarctica. Melissa doubled as crew and tea lady. The lovely old huon pine ship was well preserved and very comfortable. The "Quessy 9" was the first group on board, so we naturally got the best seats (in our view).
The views of the ancient rainforest, with heaps of huon pine, were enchanting.
|Reflections in our wake|
|A male Huon Pine, left alone by the early piners.|
Les was keen to share the steering, so Di had a go, then Lyn.
|Ribbon grass along the banks|
|The jetty just inside Pieman Heads|
We were to have 90 minutes at the Pieman Heads, but that shrunk considerably when the captain instructed us to be back at the boat 20 minutes before departure. Anyhow we set off expectantly, walking through the remote shacks of the fishing village towards the Southern Ocean.
There were tonnes of logs and driftwood piled up around the mouth of the river, an odd sight.
It seemed strange that an easterly wind was blowing sand downriver and across the beach towards the sea.
|We had a tailwind!|
The beach was pretty wild, with heavy surf and a treacherous bar at the heads.
We found a sheltered spot to have some of our packed lunch (provided by Melissa) and enjoyed the beach experience for too short a time.
Soon it was time to start wending our way back towards the jetty.
Meanwhile, the captain had picked up the group of walkers we'd met yesterday from the other side of the river, and we wound our way back upriver to Corinna. Now the rain finally arrived, but we were safely under cover, yay!
It had been a special experience, spending three days together in this isolated place, sharing amazing beautiful and wild places. As a wonderful side benefit, we learnt more about our friends' (and our own?) quirks and unique contributions. In short, we re-discovered why we are friends. As we prepared to return to civilisation, tired but relaxed, we were plotting more getaways just like this one.