Tasmania: Lake St Clair and a taste of the Overland
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.