This is the story of three days in Tasmania's winter mountains some decades ago. Three days to remember.
THERE WAS A CASUALNESS to those times. A casual ambience that seems to have dissolved into thin air. It was a perception, a feeling sitting so far in the background of life that it went unrecognised…
THE ASCENT STARTS at Watersmeet. Here, the Rufus River, little more than a wide, shallow and gushing rapid passes under the footbridge to enter the cold waters of Lake St Clair a couple hundred metres further on. Here, we leave the main track which heads north to take the Rufus track which heads west. It... Continue Reading →
"Let's stop for a snack". How many times have I heard that? How many times have I uttered it? I'm talking about snacking on the trail, snacking on bushwalks. That's usually done as the morning or afternoon wears on and the pack on our back starts to feel heavy. We seek out a spot sheltered... Continue Reading →
Today's WordPress writing prompt: loop THE TRACK WENT ON and on and up. It was rough as well as steep. It was a service track that sometime or other someone drove a 4WD vehicle up. It was rocky, too, one of those tracks where you step on a rock and your foot skids out from under... Continue Reading →
IF a precipice is a very steep cliff, then standing on the edge of one is not a good idea. I learned that back in the day when I was new to abseiling. Never stand peering over a cliff, the instructor said. Instead, lay on your belly and peer over. That's not what the man... Continue Reading →