Port Davey

After a recent dinner, my Dad mentioned he needed a crew for a boat trip to Port Davey over the Easter break. Straight away I knew who to ask, I reached out to a couple mates and we began getting ourselves organised. Most of this involved packing the right gear, sorting out food and making decisions on where to go based on the weather. Early on in the trip we began trying out different remedies for sea sickness, most of which were completely useless. Soon enough, we found spending time on deck in the howling wind to be the best antidote. Looking back, this was a small price to pay for the what we experienced. Throughout this trip I chose to document Port Davey as we encountered the ever changing circumstances of Southwest Tasmania.