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Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Mount Field National Park-

We chose this National Park because it was not too far away from Hobart. It has been a tough winter in Tasmania but we didn't quite know how tough it was until we headed out there. 
We stayed in some lovely cottages and this was our view from our deck. A fast flowing river that we would check constantly for the elusive platypus sighting. We did see one - in the salmon farm next door and who could blame him, it must be like Xmas every day. 

We headed out to the mountains and were warned by the Park office that we may find snow. I am ashamed to say we were a little blasé about it all and off we went with walking boots on but not the proper gear. Jonathan Halstead would have been appalled at our amateurishness, yet again. 
We walked in mossy forest paths which were vibrant green and rocks alive with the colours of the ferns and the bracken on them. We arrived at a beautiful lake, called Lake Fenton and sat down for a drink but the idea was to head higher to the mountain ridge and come down the other side. 

 The ridge we were hoping to reach -
 Lake Fenton
 Some snow but there was a lot more up above.
Some dry bark which fell off a tree that looked like your mind's eye or a bird's beak.

Only problem was that there was snow on the ground and we could just barely make out the path. That was not so much of a problem as what we encountered a little further up. There was no sun on that side of the mountain and the higher we climbed the deeper the snow. Well not rocket science I hear you say, but we had hoped that the sun would have melted some of the higher areas. We soon found ourselves thigh high in snow and unable practically to pull one foot out to move forward, we were sinking so far down. Our socks and our boots were wet and so were our trousers so we reluctantly had to accept that it was dangerous to go any further especially as it was difficult to see where the path was going.We returned to the lake and took our boots off and rung out our socks. However soggy my boots felt walking back I was elated we were finding our way safely out of the forest and into the local bar - I was the only woman- where we befriended the locals and drank lots of beers. The steak with chips was the best I have tasted in a while. The events on the wall caught my eye and I finished my evening with ROAD KILL - which was just delicious.There is so much roadkill in Tasmania, it even inspires cocktails. 

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