Strahan is not the end of the world but it is the end of Tasmania - to the west at least. It's a beautiful harbour village that must be lovely when sun shines - which it isn't this week. We're sitting on the verandah of our motel looking through misting rain at the river and its opening to the sea, relaxing in the late afternoon. The photo above is of a Huon pine being sawn in one of the oldest sawmills in this part of the world. Huon pine is now a protected species so the only logs they can use are ones that are recovered, usually from the river where they've been caught in a log jam or by river edge plants.
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