Lake St. Clair is a long finger-shaped lake smack in the middle of Tasmania. Like a hitchhiker’s thumb, really. On that lake, a short pier leads to an old hydroelectric power station. What was once a functioning pumphouse is now a rentable cabin called, appropriately enough, Pumphouse Point.
And can you imagine a better place to spend a 14-day quarantine?
The pumphouse lies near the borders of three national parks: Crater Mountain-Lake St. Clair; Walls of Jerusalem; and Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers. The pier extends 820 feet into the lake, which means over the water views for each room in the pumphouse’s three levels. You’d feel like you were floating above the water because, effectively, you would be.
A lounge at the bottom floor has a wood-burning fireplace and a small bar. Want to kick back and watch nature roar over the lake on a fierce winter’s day? Yeah, so do we.
There’s world-class fly fishing just outside, by the way. Hiking, trail running, mountain biking too.
Along the shore there are a few other rentable rooms, and a restaurant, but psshh, there are more people there. The pumphouse’s bar is on-your-honor, and each room has a stocked larder. If you need to self-isolate for whatever reason, you could do much worse than the middle of a lake in remote Tasmania. You could hardly do better in fact.
Weekend Cabin isn’t necessarily about the weekend, or cabins. It’s about the longing for a sense of place, for shelter set in a landscape…for something that speaks to refuge and distance from the everyday. Nostalgic and wistful, it’s about how people create structure in ways to consider the earth and sky and their place in them. It’s not concerned with ownership or real estate, but what people build to fulfill their dreams of escape. The very time-shortened notion of “weekend” reminds that it’s a temporary respite.