A welcome, but too brief, return to Tasmania gave me a couple of days in which to head out into the ‘bush’. The tail end of winter means that there aren’t a lot of people out and about. Both good and less good. I meet one other in just over 2 days, but the lack of others means that I don’t get to the Labyrinth as intended. This place – one of several evocatively titled areas of the Tasmanian southwest, is a favourite of Sarah’s and mine. This time not to be, as the distance-time saving ferry along Lake St Clair is only running for large groups with the required ready money.
Instead, I direct my boot-sore feet into areas new to me. From Narcissus (a hut, but another name with memories attached) I meander up onto Gould’s Plateau then back down to Echo Point (another hut – alone apart from a plastic-ravaging midnight rat) before returning to the bus. Too early for my satisfaction, but just about right for the needs of my legs – so un-used to this ‘walking’ business still.
Trees lie where they fall – sometime helpfully divided, sometimes not
The forest changes character multiply – here open and ‘thin’
Mt Ida – climbed from an kayak approach by Sarah in a not so constraining ‘cam-walker’ after she broke her foot a few years ago – adds a peak to the horizon opposite Echo Point
The Overland Track is a very popular route – in summer. Duck boards keep some of it out of the water/mud – other parts not so
A stretch of more open, ‘east-coast’ (Tasmanian style) gum trees
Remember to look down!
Lusher – plenty of wetness around to keep it this way
An older style of track marking – the blaze – soon to be lost here
In places it feels as if the moss holds the trees up – until it doesn’t – moans and potentially pre-fall creaks promote a watchful eye and reluctance to dawdle in the shady wind-shelter
In amongst the path edge – a flash of red
Light illuminates the hollow remnant – post ground-fall
Green-brown-red. Colours to saturate the eyes and divert from trail-attention
And finally a phone-photo as evening draws in after a 700 photo time-lapse experiment drains the ‘proper’ camera battery a shot too soon