This lonely lighthouse guides ships through the Macquarie Heads and toward the large, natural Macquarie Harbour and Strahan.

Its sister lighthouse blinks from a sandbar in between the Heads, direct ships rounding Cape Sorell to the harbour.

The weather here is so bad that it must be experienced to be believed.

Those "mountains" behind Larry are cresting waves breaking 100 meters out to sea.

Imagine Mongolia (dry, blowing sand) meets a typhoon and you get some idea of it.

Further up the beach, at the creatively named Ocean Beach, things aren't much calmer.

The breakers are constantly dirty from pounding the shallow beach so hard.

I wasn't dying to get out there and surf that.

The dunes seem weathered by the constant, relentless storm.

This is head of a 25 foot high, wooden, carved kangaroo.

Just kinda hanging out at a local gas station.

A view of part of the West Coast Range on the way to Queenstown.

Beautiful.

Empty.

This hillside is only a glimpse of the environmental destruction on display at Queenstown, where careless mining has been going on for about 150 years.

You can only rape the land so long before it looks like this.

Inside the Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park, a part of the Tasmanian Wilderness World Heritage Area.

Wacky rainforest-like trees.

If we could see over the horizon in the photo and on for 2000 miles or so, you might catch a glimpse of Antarctica.

This is view south from the Remarkable Cave, over the Tasman Sea.

If you round this bend and continue to the right, you would end up at the penal colony at Port Arthur.

How would like rocks like this to welcome you to your new jail?

A look to the East from the Remarkable Cave.

The indentation on the left is the opening for the Remarkable Cave.

The Southern Ocean pounds this coastline relentlessly, creating inlets that feed powerful blowholes and caves that burrow into the rock.

This is a look at one of the inlets, or micro-beaches, as I call them.

You have to be careful with them, because if you come at low tide, you may be in for a shock when the water rises.

Looking through the Remarkable Cave.

The sea pounded this inlet but never knocked down the upper portion of rock. However, when it reached a certain point, the ceiling at the point of the inlet collapses, leaving an opening to the sky.

The roof of the Remarkable Cave.

The walls of the sinkhole behind the Remarkable Cave.

A wild pheasant, just hanging out on the side of the road.

I'm telling you - the birds in Tasmania are fearless. This thing just stared at us and waited for us to drive off.

A toast to all of friends back in the US on New Years Eve 2001.

Larry and truk sampled every Tasmanian beer they could find that night.

"Are you sure you are going to finish that?" -truk

"No, dude, it is like this ... " -truk