The morning was shrouded in mountain mist and the cold mountain air was refreshing but not freezing as we breakfasted early on crumpets with honey and hot coffee.
The aromas of the waking wet forest hung in the air and the subtle scent of burnt timber from the campfire last night made a pleasant addition.
We walked through the misty morning forest conscious that we were the only humans for miles that were awake. The only human inhabitants of the area apart from ourselves were Barry and Christine and the unknown inhabitants of another motor home some distance away.
All around us was a serene silence broken only by the sound of the rushing Huon river in the distance and the birds of the forest.
As we walked through the magnificent mosaic of colour tinged with mist we marvelled at the huge perfectly straight towering Stringy Bark trees and the ancient tree ferns that bordered the walking track.
It was time to thank God again for the wonderful opportunity to experience this early morning scene.
By the time we returned Barry and Christine were awake and after another hot coffee we entered the Tahune air walk.
The walk is actually a series of walks of varying distances but all are easy and each on offers a unique experience of the ancient Tahune Forest where the magnificent Tasmanian trees grow abundantly.
Huon pine, the most popular tree for boat building due to its workability and its natural resistance to rot is still in abundance here as are the Black Heart Sassafras, King Billy Pine, Blackwood and Celery Top Pine comprising some of the most beautiful timbers on earth.
Walking through this unique part of the world is to experience more than just another forest.
Every step of each track takes you deeper into a natural wonderland that could turn even the hardest nosed logger into a tree lover.
The whole walk is accompanied by the ever present rushing of either the Huon or the Picton rivers which converge at this point. They are both beautiful rivers fed from the rain and snow high up in the unreachable, rugged mountainous regions to the west.
Huge trees that could have fallen to the forest floor hundreds of years ago and have finally been flushed from their death scenes to lie in the rivers.
The air walk itself is a spectacular trek along a suspended walkway high in the tops of these giant trees. It enables a view of the forest canopy that could never be enjoyed from the ground. The walkway culminates in a suspended ledge that reaches far over the forest and looks down to the point where the Huon and Picton rivers meet.
The scenery is absolutely breathtaking.
The rest of the walk winds through this enchanted place past ferns, trees and streams. It crosses over swing bridges and through stunning natural archways of trees.
Kerrie has become fascinated in the very special beauty and the diversity of colour, shape and texture of the fungi that clings to both the fallen and the living trees.
Her photographic skills are being honed by her desire to capture these wonderful structures.
She now averages between 300 and 400 photos per day and spends a lot of time culling and searching for the shots that replicate closets what she has seen with her eyes.
We spent most of the day in the forest and frankly could easily have stayed much longer soaking up the natural wonder of it all.
We made our way back to Geeveston and then out to the tiny village of Southport where we would stay a couple of days and use as a base to visit points further south that would be largely inaccessible by the caravans.
After settling in we wandered down to the combined General Store, Post Office and pub to warm ourselves by their blazing fire.
We found a hospitable and friendly atmosphere mixed with travellers like ourselves and locals and we had a marvellous time laughing and joking in the warm atmosphere while enjoying a couple of cold beers.
This was another wonderful day in Tasmania.