I’ve been in Tasmania, where everything is scenic, the rock is plentiful and the climbers scarce. I saw a haybale version of stonehenge, I got a flat tyre in a national park (while camping at the end of 3km of 4WD track, and broke my nut wrench trying to get the wheel off), was offered copious amounts of delicious wines by a biker couple from Canberra who were touring around Tasmania visiting wineries, watched the sunrise most mornings, visited a cheese factory, and a chocolate factory, and even climbed some rocks.
The light of the setting sun over Ben Lomond
Early morning light at Bluestone Bay, Freycinet National Park
The view of the rising sun from Whitewater Wall campground, Freycinet National Park
High seas at the Tasman Peninsula