The orange boulders that line Tasmanian shores ignite a spark for exploration within me.

In Bicheno I spend hours discovering sea glass and scallop shells in the cracks between the rocks.  Gingerly I move, crawling like a crab, spreading like a wave, becoming part of this landscape.

The fine white sand along the Freycinet Peninsula slips like silk between my toes as I explore places with names like Friendly Beaches, Wineglass Bay, and The Bay of Fires. The ocean pulls me in with its undertow,  spits me out with each crash, and I laugh with the mix of excitement and uncertainty that windy shorelines create.

I find that traveling alone is not lonely, and I experience the world in a new way, spending time to examine the details that paint the larger view.  With each town I visit, each walk I take, each person I speak with, I think to myself I love Tasmania.