Ross & Trout Creek

We decided to take the inland route towards Ross and on the way we stopped at the most glorious white sandy beach so the dogs could have a run and explore. Then with priorities in order, we did some cellar door wine tasting and Devils corner…or at least I did some wine tasting and Dan waited patiently with the dogs! Then we drove on and set up camp at Ross and checked out the old bridge built by convicts, had a coffee at the bakery then cooked some delicious Mexican fare for dinner.

Trout Creek was an interesting expedition. We got lost a few times trying to find it, but we got there eventually and set up our tent at the prettiest and most tranquil creek we’ve seen this trip. No noise but the birds and the bubbling of the water. We ate oysters and Devils point Chardonnay for an entree and trout fillets with salad for a main. Listening to music with the dogs by our feet (and a pretty dismal fire), we waited for our friends to arrive in their magical van.

They arrived at around 8 o’clock, and the dogs were super excited to see them again!

We woke the next morning to the sound of Tasmanian Golden Wattle Birds and with coffee cups warming our hands cooked up a hot breakfast of mushrooms, tomatoes, local eggs and cheese!

The boys tried their hand at fishing in the creek, and us girls and the dogs made scones on the campfire and went looking for more wattle birds. There is something so special about having nothing particular to do and to being able to spend time outside with friends exploring the natural world and enjoying the simplicity of being.