Cradle Mountain Joy
What a breathtaking experience! Cradle Mountain is jaw-droppingly beautiful; i'm so glad i went there. And very happy that i wound up with a flat tyre at the very summit (no, the carpark really) meaning that i had to stay overnight and get more walking joy in the morning.
The walk around the lake was strenuous enough for me, with my flat-tyre-style ankle (mild recurring sprain); interesting how the whole thing has been made into a boardwalk, so that plants can continue to grow underfoot. Maybe one day i'll do the five day overland trip.
Driving down the next day was unnerving, as i was driving my wonderful sister's car with one of those strange 'space-saving' pretend tyres instead of the real thing. "Don't go over seventy," i was warned.
Ended up going through Sheffield (the Mural Town) to Devonport - one hundred km to find a replacement tyre. And no phone reception anywhere until just outside the Ferry City.
So it turned out that Fiona was giving birth to Son Number Two in Halifax just as i was walking through the fields of joy. Yay for Fiona, Paul, Sasha and the New Thing. That Sociology Lecturer, she is a Legend!
Love youse all for reading,
michael
2 comments:
Hi Michael,
Sounds like you had a great Tassie time. Eat any scallop pies? Tim and I went for a big walk one morning on one of those boardwalks at the Hertz mountains. I remember it felt good to be treading so lightly above the ground.
Sam
Hello Sam you lovely treasure.
Yes i had a wonderful time on the Tassie-shaped island. and i liked the boardwalks too; you feel like the tiny plantworld can survive under your feet.
mmm, i had a couple of scallop pies. And got the yellow creamie stuff all over my face. Eeeewww.
What's all the fuss about with those pies? Messy, expensive things.
Ok, delicious.
mic
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