The Bay of Fires is a Tasmanian rite of passage. The beach, or rather beaches, stretch along the Northeastern coast and derive their name from orange lichens that cover granite boulders. Upon arrival we were surprised to find that many of our neighboring campers had stayed put for nearly a month, but after a few hours we were under the spell as well and immediately expelled any thoughts of leaving quickly.
Our itinerary only afforded us two days of lazing around on the beach. We cooking sausages over an open fire and bubbled along in the perfect turquoise swimming holes. If we had it to do again, we would have stayed here much much longer.