Just to show that Racing Ruth doesn't have a monopoly on walking adventures, I report on last weekend's excursion to the Central Highlands of Tasmania. Almost, but not quite, as luxurious as the SW Coastal Path, in that we camped at the Lake St Clair campground, thus getting the advantage of hot showers, good coffee, and a pub just down the road. But I did have to sleep in a tent on the hard ground!
Lake St Clair is almost at the centre of Tasmania, and at the southern end of the Cradle Mt-Lake St Clair National Park. It is a good base for day walks, so I headed up there with a couple of friends from church rather early in Saturday morning (6.30!), early enough to get the tents set up and coffee drunk and still be on the track by mid-morning. It was a glorious day and our destination was Mt King William, a dolerite mountain just south of the Lyell Highway. Access is easy, thanks to a rough track that goes more than half way up, to service the fire-watching station at the summit.
The views from the top were fabulous, though the wind humming in the fire tower spoiled the wilderness experience a bit.
We were back in good time for a shower before repairing to the Derwent Bridge Hotel at beer o'clock for a pre-prandial. Dinner was good; I had the game platter: wallaby steaks, possum sausages (really) and a quail kransky that was a bit salty.
It rained quite hard in the night, to the extent that we cancelled our proposed long walk on Sunday, and went instead to see The Wall, a wonderful project to construct a 100 metre long bas relief carved in huon pine illustrating various themes about life in the highlands. The cravings are stunning; I was reminded of the Elgin Marbles. I loaned some specimens of pouch young devils to the artist a few years ago and he has created the most exquisite life-sized carvings of them. Drop in next time you drive by Derwent Bridge; well worth it.
By now the weather had cleared, so we put the boots back on and walked a four circuit taking in Shadow Lake, which sits beneath Mt Rufus and Mt Hugel. The track is mostly through tall forest, but opens out into alpine woodland and moorland higher up.
The knees and hips aren't what they were, but all in all it was a good weekend. And it will get me in shape for a bit of walking in the UK next week, as I am going there for my niece's wedding. Watch this space!
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