It was a snowy morning in November, late spring Down Under, when we set out from Hobart, Tasmania, Australia’s second-oldest city, capital of the island-state and southern terminus of the continent. At first glance, Tasmania, tidy and green, feels more like Ireland, than the dusty and desolate clichéd Australia of our American imaginations. Hobart is a charming hillside colonial town that tumbles down the foothills of Mount Wellington to the banks of the River Derwent. We begin our morning  more...