Sunday, 15 April 2012

Cradle Mountain Lake St Clare National Park to Mount Field National Park


Day 324
After another chilly night decide that we will do a bit of a walk today and so don the walkers and jump back on the free bus to the first stop, just inside the National Park at the Rangers station.


We are going to follow the man-made board walk all the way from here to Dove Lake today, passing through open grassland, across rivers and streams and through a forest or two along the way. Although it is not actually snowing today the wind makes it feel almost as cold and we are wrapped up in all of our winter clothes, hats, scarves and gloves. The walk is beautiful though and shortly after setting off and leaving the warmth of the bus you are walking through fields of button grass and feel like civilisation is a million miles away.



The boardwalk takes you up into the hills and through some awe inspiring scenery and continues through open heathland towards the mountains.




We arrive at Dove Lake in the early afternoon and rather than stop there (like any normal person) we decide to add a circuit of the Lake as well which takes us on another well-constructed path past giant glacial boulders, along the edge of the lake and right to the base of Cradle Mountain before turning back and finishing (luckily) at the bus stop.






We get the nice warm bus back to the visitors centre and walk across the road to the campsite, happy and tired having completed the 15km walk and head straight for the warmth of the open fire in the cooking shelter.
The darkness descends pretty quickly in the mountains and before we know it the (over) friendly possum is back, knocking on the door and asking for food again so this time we oblige with a bruised apple which he wastes no time in devouring whilst posing for the odd photo.




Day 325
Pack up and leave our cool mountain retreat and head out of the National Park to re-join the highway where we continue south. It’s another beautiful drive through very pretty countryside passing through the small towns of Rosebury and Zeehan before we arrive in Strahan. After a big day walking yesterday we are both pretty tired and after a lap of the town and some shopping we retire to the campsite to catch up on some washing and spend the rest of the day relaxing and recuperating.

Day 326
After a big feed and a good night’s sleep we both feel refreshed in the morning and are ready to face the world again and so without further ado we head off, first stop Queenstown. It’s a scary little mining town which looks as though it was once prosperous but has now fallen on hard times. Lots of the shops along its high street have shut down and the inhabitants seem to have an air of despondency about them. The one thing it seems to have going for it is its famous steam train which was originally constructed to transport copper from Queenstown to Strahan and now, having been fully restored is a major tourist attraction ferrying passengers along the same route.


We are there just in time to see the train pull out full of happy faces and once it has gone we decide that it’s time for us to leave as well.
Back on the road and after another wonderful drive up the side of a mountain along narrow winding roads our next stop is just a short walk away from Nelson falls.


The short walk takes you through a dense and lush forest leading you to the bottom of the falls where we pause a while and soak up the serenity of the forest and listen to the soothing sounds of the falling water.




Another short drive away is our next stop at the Franklin River, which was made world famous in the 80’s when protestors camped out in protest of a proposed dam that would have led to the whole valley being flooded and one of Tasmania’s last true wilderness rivers being lost. The protestors were successful, the river remains and the whole areas is now world heritage listed and after the short walk along its banks and through the surrounding forest we were certainly glad that it is still here for everyone to enjoy.


Probably safe to eat those ones

Back on the road and we come to Cradle Mountain Lake St Clare National Park again but this time we are at the southern (Lake St Clare) end.


We set up in amongst the trees and head out for a look at the lake and a short stroll to ‘Platypus bay’, where we hope to see one of the strange animals.


Platypus bay my foot

We are very still and quiet and wait around for what seems like ages but don’t even see a sausage and so return to the van slightly disappointed. Arrive back and almost immediately hear the familiar rustlings of another friendly possum lurking in the undergrowth looking for food but not feeling like guests tonight we shut ourselves away and retire to bed.

Day 327
The sun is shining in the morning and what a good day to climb a mountain! Head off on the Mount Rufus circuit walk, 18.5km and an estimated 7 hours away.


The thing with climbing a mountain is that it is always going to be a lot of uphill and so for the first 3 ½ hours we trudge up a wet and sticky track towards the summit.


The walk is pretty spectacular though starting on the dense forest floor and rising up with the trees slowly thinning out until finally you out into the open with amazing views back across the ranges and down to the lake where we started.




You can tell you are pretty high up as you climb towards the summit as there is a covering of snow on the ground and the icy wind feels like it is straight from that artic.


We reach the summit and stop a while to admire the amazing panoramic views all around and have a picnic lunch before continuing the circuit back down the other side of the mountain, through the open rocky highlands and back into the forest.








The circuit takes you past another lake on the way back down and the scenery is no less impressive as we descend back towards the campsite, finally arriving home a mere 8 hours after we departed, completely knackered but filled with a huge sense of achievement.


Lo and behold as darkness falls so the rustling begins and this time we throw out some cucumber for our friendly possum, who like his mate in the North of the park, happily poses for a photo whilst he eats.




Day 328
Perhaps unsurprisingly we wake up a bit stiff this morning with feet, legs and hips feeling like we have climbed a mountain or something. Pack up and hit the road again where we take yet another spectacular drive over mountainous roads with beautiful rolling countryside to our next stop at Mount Field National Park. Mount Field is famous as one of Australia’s oldest National Parks having grown from an original beauty spot around the spectacular waterfalls for which the park is famous.


Not feeling like tackling anything more than a short stroll today we take the 10 minute walk from the campsite to the famous Russel falls and as we stand there watching the water cascade over the falls we reminisce that a few weeks (months?) ago we would have been stripped down to our swimmers and straight in to cool off from the oppressive heat whereas now we are wrapped up in hats and scarves and thinking about a nice hot cup of tea.


Another thing we noticed on the walk was a glow worm grotto and so after dinner we return, switch off our torches and (once our eyes are accustomed to the dark) feel our way slowly along the handrail marvelling at the hundreds of glow worms that adorn the grotto walls. I am pretty excited by glow worms but Carmen is less so and after a few minutes the novelty has worn off and we feel our way back to the van in the pitch darkness.

Day 329
After a good night’s sleep and even a lie in we have both regained some feeling in our legs after the mountain climb and feel ready to tackle another walk. Set our sights a bit smaller this time and opt for a gentle stroll around the National Park, taking in a few of the waterfalls.
Set off up the hill behind the campsite and are immediately struck by the size of some of the trees here, they are massive!

Where's Wally

Not quite on the scale of the bicentennial tree but not too far off it and they are everywhere. Half an hour up the track and we come to ‘Lady Baron Falls’, a lovely cascading waterfall over a rocky outcrop and just as we are walking along the path away from the falls we catch a rare glimpse of a pair of Yellow tipped black cockatoos which are only found in this part of the world and even then not very often so we do feel special.



Next up we come to the ‘Tall trees circuit’, a walk taking you around some of Tasmania’s tallest eucalypt trees which can grow to nearly 100 metres tall. These things are truly massive and very slow growing so the tallest ones we are looking at were here well before Europeans ever set foot on this island, a humbling experience.


Continue on to Horseshoe Falls, a pretty little waterfall which Carmen thought would look good as a garden water feature and we finally end up back at Russel falls before returning to the van to spend the rest of the afternoon reading and relaxing in preparation to hit the bright lights of Hobart tomorrow.


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