A Journey Through Tasmania
The year was 2002 and we had travelled through all the Australian states many times; except one. For those of you unfamiliar with our continent, there is a little bit of land stuck at the bottom called Tasmania. It is an island with an area of approximately 68,000 square kilometres, or 26,000 square miles, and was discovered in 1642 by the Dutch explorer Abel Tasman. In gratitude to his sponsor, the Governor of the Dutch East Indies, he decided to name it Anthoonij van Diemenslandt. However, this name was found to be all too much for those drawing up maps and documents, so it was decided to simplify it and change it to Van Diemen’s Land. When European settlement eventuality came along many years later, the name was changed yet again - this time to reflect its discoverer, Abel Tasman. The following began as a series of notes in Roger’s diary. I, Barry, have expanded on them where I have remembered some additional information.
Our Tasmanian Adventure began on March 4th 2002
Day 1
We departed Sydney around 9.50am. It was a dismal start with a heavy overcast sky that promised rain to come. However, after we passed the town of Yass, the clouds cleared for a pleasant, if humid, drive to the Hume Dam. The dam is a popular stopover spot because it is on the Victorian border and has a nice Caravan Park. We arrived there at 4.30pm and found the area under renovations to attract more tourists. We did get some nice shots of white throated honey eaters and night shots of possums right outside our camper.
Day 2
The next day was a beautiful sunny day with temperatures in the low 30’s. A pair of courting Crested Pigeons greeted us as we peered outside the camper and made preparations for our departure. We left the Hume Dam at 9.40am and arrived at Healesville around 2p.m. There was little traffic on the Hume Highway so we made good time and even went shopping in the Plaza first before driving out to the campsite at Badger’s Creek. While Barry was taking some shots of the town a local told him of the weir picnic area. We went there and discovered it to be a lovely picnic area with a creek, forest walks, tall trees, sunny streams and delicate ferns - a photographers delight. It even had a Lyrebird that posed for us, and displayed his beautiful tail.
Day 3
We spent the morning at Healesville wildlife sanctuary, which is one of our favourite places. A baby Wombat stole the show as it kept undoing the laces on the keeper’s shoes as she was trying to give a talk about Wombats. Later we saw a Bell Bird for the very first time. They are always heard, but seldom seen. It was very interesting, as always then after lunch we drove to South Melbourne where we were to board the "Spirit of Tasmania", scheduled to depart at 6pm. The drive through the city was a bit of a horror as the traffic was heavy and one was always having to dodge their dreadful trams. Despite the traffic, we managed to arrive unscarred at the docks at 3.30pm. The loading of the car & camper took an hour as single cars were loaded first. Our cabin was good with two bunks, porthole and all facilities. The ship departed on time at exactly 6pm so we watched the sunset as we sailed down Port Phillip Bay. It took four hours before we hit the open sea and we were pleasantly surprised to see how calm it was. We had heard horrendous stories about the Bass Strait crossing, so we were quite relieved. At the bar we downed a couple of Tasmanian Boags beer which were very nice and then went in to the restaurant for a buffet dinner at 8.30pm. Fortunately there was plenty of tasty food to eat as we were very hungry after quite a long, and busy day..
We were up at 7am for breakfast at 7.30. It was a sunny, crisp, clear morning after a very calm crossing which took 14 hours. The Spirit of Tasmania sailed into Devonport at 8.30a.m. and after a Customs check for Fruit Fly (no vegetables or fruit are allowed) we were on our way to Launceston where we thought we would base ourselves for a few days. The drive only took an hour and we chose a Caravan Park just out side of the city at Legana. That night, cooking our first meal in Tasmania, the electric frypan malfunctioned so we decided it was time to buy a new one. The next day we shopped at Myers in the city and bought a new one. While in the city we had a good look around and were surprised at the wonderful old historic buildings which were everywhere. Apparently Launceston is Australia’s third oldest city, behind Sydney and Hobart, and they have chosen to preserve a lot of the fascinating old buildings. Many are quite grand and colourful. After that we went to Cataract Gorge which was just a short distance from the city. It had spectacular scenery but was a bit disappointing for us as heavy cloud came in and killed the colour. That night we tried the new frypan. Unfortunately we had the heater and the oven on as well which caused a fuse to blow somewhere and plunged the entire Caravan Park into darkness.
Day 5
A sunny, perfectly clear morning so we decided to change our planned itinerary and drive to Cradle Mountain. We left at 9am and arrived there at 11.30am with a few photo stops. The drive took us along many winding roads, which Barry handled very well. The scenery was quite spectacular, with many deep valleys surrounded by huge craggy mountains. The most impressive of these being Mount Roland. It was on this drive that we noticed that there were lots of dead animals on the road, which was, we discovered, a sad feature of driving in Tasmania. This road, however, was quite good except for an unsealed dirt section leading into Cradle Mountain. As it was a beautiful day we decided to do the 2 hour hike around Dove Lake (It actually took us 3 hrs with photo stops!). It is was a quite spectacular hike and we got some great shots of Cradle Mountain and the lake. The track was mostly boardwalk so it made hiking easy; a fact much appreciated by the many hikers. We had clear skies all day, which was quite remarkable considering that the lake has only 29 sunny days a year. We left the lake at 3.30pm and arrived home at 7.30pm, after a bit of shopping and a stop at the lookout over the beautiful Tamar Valley. On arrival we watched the days shooting then ate. Late night tonight!. (no blown fuses though!)
Day 6
Long Weekend coming up so we headed for the coast at Bicheno. It was sunny when we left but the cloud increased as we travelled. Tasmania must have the most winding roads that we have ever travelled on. However, we passed through many beautiful forests with great views, flowers, ferns and many hop plantations (for the local beer). Downside though, more dead animals on roads. The 250kms took us 4.5 hours. We arrived at Bicheno at 2.15pm and found all the Caravan Parks booked out because of the long weekend. A few phone calls found a similar situation in other nearby towns. Eventually we found a place on the coast at Triabunna but the manager would not take a reservation, (first come first served). We were 45 minutes away, so Barry put the foot down and we were there in 30 minutes. Triabunna is an Aboriginal word that means “Native Hen” and is a fishing village, but they seemed to have many sheep around too. We got some shots of Pacific Gulls (new to us) at the harbour in the late afternoon.
Day 7
Overcast sky again so we decided to change our Freycinet plans. We had planned to go there today but decided to go inland to the historical town of Richmond instead. It was a very pleasant 60K drive, which saw the overcast sky replaced with bright sunshine. Richmond was a delightful place and was a bit like traveling back in time. It was full of well preserved lovely old buildings from a past era. Many structures go back to the 1820’s. The whole main street consists of perfectly preserved grand old buildings and at the end of the street is the famous convict bridge built in 1823. The view of the bridge with golden Poplars on the rivers banks and the old church behind was stunning. There were lots of people strolling about the streets and many colourful bicycle riders traveling through it. We returned to the coast via Sorell around 4pm, checked out the weird Spiky Bridge, (built by the convicts in 1843), and filmed some sheep in a sunlit paddock at Triabunna. (no Native Hens about though!)
Day 8
The end of the long weekend nuisance, so we traveled to Coles Bay in the Freycinet National Park where we got a good camp site. We arrived about 11am and climbed to the Wineglass Bay lookout. It was very windy, but sunny. The climb to the lookout was quite exhausting with over 600 rough bush rock steps in an area with huge granite boulders everywhere. The view of Wineglass Bay from the top was just like the postcards. Quite stunning and spectacular with the clouds zooming overhead.. We then went to Moulton Lagoon Game Reserve, a wetland sanctuary for birds but there were none! Next we checked out the Friendly Beaches which were long stretches of white sand, all in their natural state with no development. The day was not very friendly to me though as I bashed my eye, sustained a cut finger and slipped on loose gravel!!! - Definitely not my day, but we got some great shots.
Day 9
Back to Bicheno, mainly for supplies. Tasmanians must not be meat eaters as there was only one very small butcher shop in the town! With this visit we had more time to look around and found it to be quite a nice place. The coastal scenery was very beautiful and left in its natural state with no development. If this was on the mainland it would be over run by ugly resorts. Bicheno boasts of a blow hole, which actually worked and shot water up high above the rocks While there we went to a wildlife park, which was okay, though we have seen better. They did have a Native Hen though. The most popular wildlife to be seen in the area are the Fairy Penguins. In the afternoon we returned to Coles Bay and did some more touring around. First we went to Sleepy Bay, which was accessed by a rough dirt track. Here we followed a rough forest pathway down to the beach where there were some unusual rock formations on the beach caused by erosion. Here we watched a young Pacific Gull eating seaweed. With its grey plumage it looked nothing like the adult birds. Honeymoon Bay was next where we were lucky enough to encounter a large Possum with blue eyes. Coles Bay is a very pretty area with many wildflowers. Later we got some shots of a young yellow Wattle Bird in a tree at Jetty road.
Day 10
Another cold night but lovely sunny morning. Big hike today, 5 - 6 hours. As there were no kiosks/cafes where we were going, we packed sandwiches and a thermos of iced coffee. We left at 10am for the climb to Wineglass Bay lookout, then it was down to the white sands of the bay itself . There were lots of people climbing so we took shots of puffed hikers chatting and laughing. It took about an hour to get to the lookout this time as we left the car back in the bottom car park. Here we stopped for coffee before going down to the bay. It was very rocky going down - even worse than the climb up. The Bay itself was pristine white sand with an azure blue ocean. The sea was very calm but strangely there were large breakers crashing on the beach. The water, however was very cold, so, although we brought along our swimmers along, we chose to go paddling only. Here we had lunch and watched a few brave souls who were unable to ignore the beautiful clear water and did go swimming in it. We then set off at 12.45 to hike along the Hazards track which links Wineglass Bay with the Hazards beach. There were lots of birds, wildflowers and one Wallaby. Apparently there were many Wallabies about the beach once and the tourists used to give them handouts of food. However they became too aggressive and beat up the occasional tourist who didn’t have anything to give them, so the park rangers had to put a stop to the tourist handouts. The track was fairly easy walking and took us through dense forest to the Hazards beach. Here the water was very calm and seemed warmer so Barry had a swim but I didn’t. We then followed another forest track along a rocky shore and eventually reached the car park about 4.15pm. The weather for the hike could not have been better.
Day 11
Yet another sunny day sees us leave for Port Arthur at 9.45am and arrive there at 2.15pm . We shopped at Woolies in Sorell on the way, as we have learnt that there are not many shops in these parts, so you have to stock up when you get the chance. There was much beautiful coastal scenery with long white sandy beaches. However, Tasmania must hold the record for bendy winding roads. Port Arthur is a very small town and is famous for its historic penal colony ruins. Here the Caravan Park was set in a deep forest. We did a few of the natural attractions first and went to Eaglehawk Neck, Tessellated Pavement, Tasman Arch and the Devil’s Kitchen. At night we chased a couple of Bandicoots for pictures but they ran away. Unfortunately there were far less animals about than we expected.
Day 12
Our first rainy day! We wrote postcards until 11am then chanced a trip to the Port Arthur historic site where we took a cruise around harbour to the "Island of the Dead" and “Point Puer". The Island of the Dead is where the graves of the convicts who died under the harsh conditions are. It has well over one thousand graves. The boys were separated from the men and held in a prison on Point Puer, but suffered under the same harsh conditions. Although the prisons were considered to be escape proof because of the very narrow isthmus linking the penal colony with the mainland many attempted to escape; often as a form of suicide. One convict somehow got a Kangaroo skin and wrapped it around himself hoping that his Kangaroo disguise would get him past the guards at the isthmus. However the disguise was too good and the hungry guards saw the roo as a tasty supplement to their meagre rations and raised their guns to shoot it. Realising what was about to happen the unfortunate fellow dropped the skin and surrendered. He received 150 lashes for his daring. Later we took a guided tour of the main Port Arthur area. It was very interesting with more hair raising tales of convict times. We were shocked to hear the stories of the harsh punishments handed out for what would be trivial offences today. If one believed in ghosts this area would have the highest concentration of restless spirits than anywhere in Australia. Then again who knows what dark forces are at work here. On April 28, 1996 Martin Bryant, aged 28, for no particular reason went on a shooting rampage in Port Arthur and killed 35 people and wounded 23 others. It is one of the deadliest shootings ever committed world wide by a single person, and remains the deadliest ever in the English speaking world. A visit to the memorial here, in this beautiful place, brings an immense sadness. Despite the rainy start to the day, we had lots of sunny breaks that allowed us to get some good shots of the old ruins. The town itself was quite small with just a General Store, Gas Station and a Kodak photo developing shop
Day 13
Overcast morning - Left Port Arthur 9.15am for the Devil Park at Taranna. We arrived as they were about to feed the adult male & female. One piece of road kill meat (no shortage here) is tossed into their pen. The male grabs it and races off with the female in pursuit: then the fight is on. They are extremely aggressive to each other and their jaws can bite through bone, no trouble, and they have some pretty disgusting habits. The male vomited violently in front of all the visitors taking photos just before being fed! The keeper said that was normal! They also break wind all the time! (Never invite a Tasmanian Devil for dinner!).. Then it was feeding time for the four 11 month old Devils who are in a separate pen. It was the same thing again with one piece of road kill being tossed in for them to fight over. That is apparently how it is in the Devil’s world. No manners! They just rip and tear at the meat and each other, then one will run off with it while the other are in hot pursuit. The young were quite cute and funny, but they are not something you would want as a pet. Though they would be okay to give to someone you didn't like very much. The park also had lots of Kangaroos, birds etc. The weather stayed fine and we arrived in Hobart at 2pm. It took longer than expected to set up camp because where we planned to go was full due to big concert on nearby so we had to go out to Berridale, 9ks from the city. We didn't like the first site they put us, so we moved down by the river where we had lots of ducks and black swans. There was a Woolies nearby, where we did some shopping, then the rain set in.
Day 14
A very wild night indeed! We were awake for most of the night as we were hit by gale force winds which caused other campers to flee when their tents were ripped away. Our little camper, fortunately, withstood the battering, but we were had out street clothes on just in case we had to evacuate quickly. The next morning many of the surviving campers packed up and left. It was still windy, but the sun came out and we had a full day beginning at 10am with a drive into Hobart’s main city area for a look around. Then it was on to Franklyn Wharf, Salamanca Place, Battery Point with all its historic buildings, then up to the summit of Mt Wellington. Although bright and sunny it was very cold, which was made even worse by the wind chill. This place is often snow capped in the winter. We were actually looking down on the clouds as they raced by. Despite all this there were great views of the city and the Tasman bridge. We got back to the camp site at 6pm.
Day 15
Today we journey to Lake St. Clair. We left Hobart at around 10am, after shopping at Woolies, then traveled along more winding roads, through varied countryside, open plains, dense rainforests, up hills and down deep valleys. It was a bit of a dreary overcast day with some sunny breaks and light showers. We arrived at Lake St Clair at 1 pm. It took us 3 hours to travel 165kms! The lake is very deep, (736 meters) with waves like the ocean. The sky was a mass of dark clouds that moved across the sky very quickly, giving it a very dramatic appearance. We walked to a place called Waters Meet (where two streams join) and filmed a Flame Robin, one Black Currawong and a couple of Pademelons. We are hoping for a sunny day tomorrow.
Day 16
Still overcast with intermittent showers. This camping area is the worst yet! It is Typical National Parks! Flooded showers, 50 cents in the slot for a hot shower, only one outside water tap. There are lots of hikers and campers but few facilities. We had a nice spot though; right on edge of lake, yet protected from very strong winds. The clouds seemed very low and it is quite cold. We walked some of the tracks (easy ones) and talked to one chap from a hiking group who had crossed on the north /south track from Cradle Mountain in two days, a distance of 60ks!!. We were booked on a cruise of the Lake, but when we saw the boat we rapidly changed our minds. The "Ida Clair" was nothing more than covered in dinghy with two outboard motors. We were pleased that we didn't go as the weather closed in and the mountains peaks disappeared in thick cloud, meaning we wouldn’t have got any good shots; only colds! We spent the afternoon in the warmth of our camper, reading and planning our drive to Queenstown & Strahan tomorrow.
Day 17
Another not so good night. The power failed about 9pm and was not restored until 7am the next morning. We were just finishing our dinner when the lights went out and plunged us into complete and utter darkness. Fortunately we had an emergency lamp which I left with Barry as I set out to find out what was going on. However the emergency lamp failed and left him in total darkness. It was a complete blackout, and scary stuff, like being blind, he said. I found out nothing, so I returned and after fumbling about we found some matches to light the gas stove to give us some light.
That night was very cold, windy and rainy and we spent it huddled in our sleeping bags under a heap of blankets. Our little heater was really missed that night. Although we each had our fifty cents ready, there was no power to have hot showers in the morning, so we packed up and left early.
A Footnote from Barry
One area of slight annoyance during our tour, was the Caravan Park showers. It seemed that everywhere we went the showers were coin operated; a problem not encountered on the mainland. This meant one always had to travel about with a lot of change. At one Caravan Park that we went to, the owner was kind enough to take us around showing us the park’s amenities. When we arrived at the men’s shower block he was almost in tears as he explained that someone had stolen all his shower curtains, but one. He even took us inside the shower block to show us the one remaining curtain. We sympathised with him, agreeing that one just cannot trust anybody these days. The next morning I went down for my early morning shower and had forgotten all about the man’s problem with the shower curtains. I had remembered though to bring the exact amount of coins to operate the shower. As I selected a shower cubicle well away from the main door, I took off my clothes and left them on the little bench by the shower cubicle entrance. I then put the coins in the shower money box and was about to enter the shower, when, to my dismay I discovered that I did not have a shower curtain. This meant my clothes on the bench seat would get wet and I had no more coins to go to another shower. I then remembered that there was a curtain in one of the other cubicles. Not to worry, I thought, I would grab that shower curtain and bring it into mine. As there was nobody else about I ran out of my shower, quickly unclipped the sole surviving curtain and rehung it in mine. As I was congratulating myself on my ingenuity, the park’s owner entered the shower block and found the sole remaining shower curtain gone. “Oh no!” he cried out loudly “The bastards have got it! My last f------ curtain. Now they’ve got the bloody lot!” He sounded so distressed and consumed with rage, that I didn’t feel like getting out of the shower to explain what happened, (being naked and all that), so I just cringed in the shower, with its fifty cents of warm water, feeling like the lowest criminal ever.
We arrived in Queenstown at 12.30 after a very gloomy, showery drive. A beam of sunlight shone on Queenstown as it came into view from our elevated position on the mountain road. A hopeful sign we thought! The town is surrounded by huge slag heaps and craggy mountains stripped of all their foliage. Not a very attractive environment for a town. We took a few shots then ventured down to check it out. While walking about the streets we were hit with a hail storm, although it was more like frozen rain. We took shelter in the men’s loo where we were stranded until the storm passed. The new Canon camera didn't like this town either as it gave us nothing but blank tape, where there were supposed to be picturesque scenes. Lucky the other camera produced the required images. Then it was on to Strahan with 45ks of more really winding mountain roads. An interesting alternative to driving to Strahan, is to take the train, which is an old steam train that has been restored and now takes tourists to Strahan and back daily. That would be an interesting idea should we visit this area again. Via the road, however, the scenery was quite dramatic with misty mountains and low clouds drifting about the mountain peaks. It would have been quite a picturesque area on a good sunny day. There were quite a few signs pointing to waterfalls but the rain and light hail had returned. We arrived in Strahan at 1.30p.m but we had to wait out the heavy rain before we could set the camper up. When we thought it safe to do so we ventured out into the town. It was quite picturesque with lots of old buildings set about the waterfront. It appeared to have large areas set aside as open air restaurants, but with the very strong, cold winds there was not an open air diner in sight. We managed to get a few shots in between the showers, but later that evening we decided to cancel our plans for the Gordon River cruise the next day because of the weather and instead head back to Devonport.
Day 18
Another cold, windy and rainy night (but our heater kept us nice and warm). Fortunately the sun came out for us long enough for us to pack up, then the showers returned. As we left Strahan to head northwards to Zeehan and Rosebery we were pleased to have some straight road at last. There were many fine historic buildings in both these old mining towns, with impressive Mt Black towering over Rosebery. During the drive north, the sky finally cleared and the weather settled down which gave us a very pleasant drive to the coast at Burnie and then on to Devonport. We travelled from the south west to the north in 4.5 hours. At Devonport we camped in a Caravan Park at the mouth of the Mersey River (Yes, there is even a ferry there!). At sunset we shot the "Spirit of Tasmania" departing into the colourful backdrop which was further enhanced by a bushfire burning in the hills. This gave the sunset a pinkish colour. There are still cool winds about but at least it's sunny and far better than our past three days! We hope the good weather continues.
Day 19
Lovely sunny crisp morning, so we head off to Stanley at 10am and arrived there at 12.30pm after several photo stops. At the centre point of this quaint little village is the "Nut", a huge flat topped rock jutting out of the otherwise flat coastal landscape. It dates back about 12 million years. Many of the village buildings are originals from the early 1800's. We climbed the Nut’s very steep path (you can also take the chairlift) for some great views. At the top it was a bit windy, but not the gale force wind that we had been told to expect . Looking down upon the village of Stanley with the little houses and tiny people makes one feel like a modern day Gulliver. On the return journey we stopped at the Guide Falls which were only small, but Barry shot them anyway and made them look interesting with some nice compositions. Pity it was late in the day as they were in shadow. The Canon camera proved good in these lighting situations. We arrived back at 6.30p.m.
Day 20
Yet another clear sunny cold morning (11 deg). The "Spirit" arrived at 8.30. We wanted shots of it coming into port, but slept in and missed it! After breakfast we took a drive to Seahorse World at Beauty Point to check out the weird and wonderful creatures. Their business is actually in breeding them for shipment all around the world. This takes the pressure off capturing them in the wild which was causing their numbers to dwindle. It is a fascinating place with Seahorses and Sea Dragons everywhere. We watched an interesting movie on Seahorses which was really weird. It's the male who becomes pregnant after the female deposits her eggs in his pouch. He then looks after them and actually gives birth to the babies - a fact that delighted the ladies in the audience!. After that it was back to Launceston’s Cataract Gorge. The last time we were here it was overcast, but this time it was nice and sunny. As it was a Saturday many people were in the swimming in the pool and in the river, while others strolled around this rugged area that is right in the middle of the city. We stopped at Deloraine on the way home to photograph the yellow Poplar trees, and the Western Tiers mountain scenery.
Day 21
Final day. Sunny and clear again. Quite superb weather! We took a drive to the old port of Latrobe, but didn’t find anything of interest there. Then we traveled to Forest Glen Teahouse where we hoped to film the rare, endangered Green Swift Parrots at a sanctuary there. These birds are unique to Tasmania and are few in number. However, we found that the lady (Bev Sharman) who started this sanctuary some years ago had recently passed away, so it was closed. We hope someone else takes it over or these parrots could well disappear altogether. Getting over our disappointment, we then travelled to Sheffield, which is famous for its murals. Many of the shop walls here are covered in these large paintings by locals and are quite fascinating. Sure beats graffiti!! We were going to the Liffey Falls but found the road to be a rough dirt track, so we gave that a miss and joined the sealed A5 back to Deloraine. We drove past some beautiful country with lovely mountain views across the farmlands and many patches of wildflowers beside the roadside. We returned to Devonport for a visit to Mersey Bluff, with its old lighthouse, and nice beach park with a playground for local residents at the head of the river. We walked along the foreshore at sunset. Fortunately the Carapark owner allowed us to stay late at no extra charge, as we had to wait around because the Ferry didn’t sail until 2a.m. We did not have to worry about traffic at that time of night, and the Ferry was only a five minute drive away anyway. We packed up about 11pm and drove to the port where it took about 2.5hrs to load the car and trailer. Only the driver is allowed to take the vehicle on board, so Barry went to cabin at 11.30. He was getting rather concerned when I hadn't shown up at 1.45 as the ship was due to sail at 2am. However I got to the cabin at 1.50 and she sailed at 2.15am.
Day 22
Good night with calm sea all the way - definitely our favourite type of sea traveling! We had window seats for our breakfast at 9a.m. There is a lot to be said for shipboard travel . Out on the deck it was rather cold and windy with sunny patches, so we read books in our cabin until lunch at 1pm. There were a few spits of rain as we approached Melbourne, where we docked on time at 3pm. The drive to Healesville should have been easy but due to road works, traffic and the trams! it took us 2.5hrs! We just got to the Caravan Park and set up the camper, when big storm blew in with lots of rain and thunder.
Day 23
The morning was overcast and rainy as we left Healesville at 10am. We thought we might stop at Gundagai for the night, but with storms all the way we decided to head straight for Sydney. We traveled the 917 kms in eleven hours and arrived home about 9pm. In the three weeks we traveled 5,251 kms. We had no trouble on any of the roads and the Magna towed the fold up camper trailer beautifully……
A Footnote from Barry..This was to be our last holiday with the fold up Cub Camper. It had served us well and made a good touring combination with the six cylinder Mitsubishi Magna. When an opportunity came along later to purchase a new Winnebago Motor Home we decided to go for a bit more comfort and convenience. However this made our traveling less versatile and more reliant on good road conditions. As it was grossly underpowered, we made many jokes about having to get out and push it up hills.
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