Cockle Creek is at the end of the road, as far south as you can drive in Australia. The road reminded us riding our motorcycles from the Kinyara Sugar Works to our banda in Busheni, Uganda, 20 km of cratered dirt through a tunnel of trees. No wonder the resident population is listed as "3."
We set up in a clearing under the trees along the beach. There is a lot of free camping in Tasmania, virtually anyplace that isn't posted, but few places could have such a nice beach and solitude as ours did. Our neighbors were dozens of squawking green rosellas and a few unidentified marsupial critters during the night. It was too cold to swim but a beautiful sunrise made up for it until the storm moved in and we moved out.
