Tasmanian Trail - Geeveston to Dover

We're doing it! It feels great! Will it really end today?

Clear felling on the hills between Jones River camp and Dover.

Coming out of Geeveston toward the trail and just before the first morning climb. Despite the early hour, and the low distance travelled Macca's Giant decides to take a rest in the Autumn sunshine.
In the cleared forest the (in)famous five are snapped by stump cam. Notice how the bikes have been carefully stacked in their racks while the latte's are consumed.
Coming down into swearing Bob's plain. More button grass, shale, sandstone and silica. Lots of solitude, but reminders of man's activies (logging) are ever present. We never actaully found out what Bob was swearing about, most of our experience of the plain was great, but I suppose if you were tracking across the button grass without a path it would have been quite difficult. Steve did identify one issue to swear about, but then he shouldn't have stopped right on top of that bullant's nest, nor should he have stood on it!
Some more of the plain. Great riding!
At times, the trail runs through the dense bush, and the canopy meets overhead. Almost mystical riding. The width of these tunnels through the bush were no more than shoulder wide in places, really dark and you could lose the bike in front even though it was only a metre or two away. They were almost silent as well. Fine riding.
Trail marker, trail marker tell me what you mean? Notice the marker on the stump at the right. There's no tunnel mentioned in the guidebook. The riders are clearly unimpressed by the instruction to proceed down the wombat hole, so they decide once again to push their bikes up the side of a hill.
The trail markings get no clearer. There's 3 of them on this post. We were luck in that at least we knew where we were this time.
And Gary and Steve don't offer much help either! Fortunately the guidebook helped give the options meaning.
We still don't know who was more surprised as we rode up through the clearing - us or the foresters. We DO KNOW that they got on their radio and reported to the boss "You're not going to believe this but there are five cyclists coming up the road through the clearing we're about to burn." Toward the top, stump cam comes out again. Macca begins to wonder if carrying a tripod for the camera makes more sense and maybe would be lighter than lugging this stump with him everywhere? Maybe it explains why he is consistently at the back today.
And we really didn't appreciate what "lighting up the forest meant, otherwise we may have stayed to watch.

Our first glimpses of the D'Entrecasteaux Channel right near Dover. Maybe we are going to complete this ride this time?
The guide book says to turn left at the tower? What sort of tower? Another logging tower? A fire watching tower? A castle tower? A water tower? Nope, wrong again. Ah ha, it's a radio tower. We shouldn't really have worried about being confused about the finding the tower. There aren't many towers about this far from the city.
Just past the tower, looking out over the top of the town to the channel. Still can't see the town though. Funny how no-one really wants to break the spell and ride down to the end. This was really the way to finish the trail hell of a view and it just bursts out in front of you.
Once again, our trusty support crew are on time and on location. Is that a smudge of smoke they see on the horizon?
Looks like it was.
And so it ends. Steve and Andrew ceremoniously dip their wheels in the sea at Dover.
Um, about that burn.....
Oh, I see, nothing to worry about. The sky is always this colour a couple of hours before sunset, and the smell of smoke is completely natural.

Day 6