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Mar. 23rd, 2005 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morslaI've covered quite a bit of ground since leaving work on Friday...
This post is more about pictures, and less about my ramblings - I'm not sure I can really do the terrain justice without showing what we walked through. Over the weekend I took well over a hundred photos, many of which will be joining the first twelve pictures here as I get around to editing them.
We drove from Launceston to Cradle Mountain on Saturday, via the Marakoopa Caves - fantastic limestone karst, with some really impressive stalactites and stalagmites. The main cave circuit takes about 45 minutes to walk through, including some time at the end to let your eyes adjust to the darkness - all lights go out in the largest cavern, so the glow of hunting insects can be seen ;)
After a night at Moina and a nighttime ramble through the brush, we headed into the Cradle Mountain National Park for a morning stroll...
The weather was perfect for walking, and would remain so for the next week. Grreat news for the other people at the information centre, as they would be spending the whole week up on the plateau walking the Overland Track! The clear skies and still lake made for some good photos as well.
Cradle Mountain, seen over Dove Lake. It's the archetypal "come to Tasmania" postcard image, although this is the first time I've seen it from this angle - last time, I came in from the opposite end of the Overland Track.
More fun with reflections...
Cradle Mountain, on the approach from Dove Lake. We're starting to get a bit higher here...
You don't notice how far you've walked until you face the other way...
Moss in a stream bed. I like moss... I can even forgive it for getting in the way of all the nice rocks.
Pause for some shade under the canopy
And a final shot, as the light begins to change...
It was a great weekend, and something I intend to do more often. We've walked under mountains and climbed over them. Waltzed in the Ballroom Forest. Driven the length of the island, and plotted to cross the breadth next time. Blinked and missed country towns. We even managed to survive the Mother of All Nachos in Salamanca, although it was a close thing for a while - even with all that travelling, the mexican restaurant almost defeated us.
I'm already planning to go back and spend longer on the plateau, as I miss the overland walk. It's about 55km as the crow flies, but on the ground it's probably closer to 80 if you include a side-trip to climb Mount Ossa on the way across. I envy those walkers from the lakeside, as they'll still be travelling in perfect weather for the next few days - I'll get back there soon enough though.
This post is more about pictures, and less about my ramblings - I'm not sure I can really do the terrain justice without showing what we walked through. Over the weekend I took well over a hundred photos, many of which will be joining the first twelve pictures here as I get around to editing them.
We drove from Launceston to Cradle Mountain on Saturday, via the Marakoopa Caves - fantastic limestone karst, with some really impressive stalactites and stalagmites. The main cave circuit takes about 45 minutes to walk through, including some time at the end to let your eyes adjust to the darkness - all lights go out in the largest cavern, so the glow of hunting insects can be seen ;)
After a night at Moina and a nighttime ramble through the brush, we headed into the Cradle Mountain National Park for a morning stroll...
The weather was perfect for walking, and would remain so for the next week. Grreat news for the other people at the information centre, as they would be spending the whole week up on the plateau walking the Overland Track! The clear skies and still lake made for some good photos as well.
Cradle Mountain, seen over Dove Lake. It's the archetypal "come to Tasmania" postcard image, although this is the first time I've seen it from this angle - last time, I came in from the opposite end of the Overland Track.
More fun with reflections...
Cradle Mountain, on the approach from Dove Lake. We're starting to get a bit higher here...
You don't notice how far you've walked until you face the other way...
Moss in a stream bed. I like moss... I can even forgive it for getting in the way of all the nice rocks.
Pause for some shade under the canopy
And a final shot, as the light begins to change...
It was a great weekend, and something I intend to do more often. We've walked under mountains and climbed over them. Waltzed in the Ballroom Forest. Driven the length of the island, and plotted to cross the breadth next time. Blinked and missed country towns. We even managed to survive the Mother of All Nachos in Salamanca, although it was a close thing for a while - even with all that travelling, the mexican restaurant almost defeated us.
I'm already planning to go back and spend longer on the plateau, as I miss the overland walk. It's about 55km as the crow flies, but on the ground it's probably closer to 80 if you include a side-trip to climb Mount Ossa on the way across. I envy those walkers from the lakeside, as they'll still be travelling in perfect weather for the next few days - I'll get back there soon enough though.
