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Published: November 7th 2014
WILD TASMANIA: Mt Field N.P.
Each destination we reach reminds us of someone...something...some event. When we leave...we leave with new memories to store in our head banks.
Mt Field National Park reminded me of the beech forests of sthn New Zealand...mosses with the beeches...or the lenga forests of Patagonia...mosses without the lenga...or the Lord of the Rings.
We're not really into cities so it maybe no surprise our visit to Hobart was short...just long enough to be taken by two of the biggest smiles on TB...to the top of that massive rock Mt Wellington...then a 10km walk...a connoisseurs lunch...then out of Hobart to their place in the hinterland...at breakneck speed.
Yep...a visit with RENanDREW comes with having to work for your supper!
Each part of Tasmania is very different...memorable for the people we meet...and stunning locales.
We left Port Arthur and decided on a caravan park at Richmond which seemed to be sorta close to Ren and Drew's digs in the Cole River Valley.
And what a cool pick.
Richmond is a colonial gem...19th century buildings...a gaol...a heritage bridge...surrounded by farmland...green lorrikeets...and dinner at the pub.
It was very quiet...but
not always so.
It is the place where tourist buses descend with the hordes off cruise ships docking into Hobart. Guess we are not the only ones who think its a gem.
Ren and Drew collected us at 10.30 a.m. and took us up to the top of Mt Wellington that overlooks Hobart.
Then to the base for a fern forest walk to get to know each other.
I say that as it was 5 kms...then turned around for another 5 kms to get back to the car.
If you see Ren's blogs there is a penchant for fine food.
Tasmanian organic fare for lunch at Elizabeth Food & Wine washed down with Moo pilsener for me...wine for the others.
Then through the Cole River Valley to Drew's super cool house...a renovated schoolhouse...beautified by Ren's touch...guarded by mad cattle dogs and a studio for their work...full of guitars.
So I had to give Drew a Wolf Mail CD...some hot blues to remember us by.
Great day...great company...another TB meetup...new friends.
Tomorrow we head west.
Tasmania's first National Park...some brochures say the most popular.
Mt Field National Park is 64 km northwest of Hobart. The landscape ranges from eucalyptus temperate rainforest to alpine moorland.
Campsite by the Tyenna River...walks through forests of giants...Russell Falls...Horseshoe Falls...platypus...echidnas...quolls...vivid green moss...tree ferns...endemic birds...cushion plants, pineapple grass, sphagnum and string bogs on the wet plateau...giant flowering gums, Tasmanian beeches,Tasmanian conifers and the small glacial lakes of the Tarn Shelf.
A tent going up near us...frantic activity near the river bank metres away.
Gotta love it.
A tiger snake...only eats Englishmen I told them...as it curls back off the log and heads towards them...hiding in some fallen timber so the Park Ranger cannot find it later.
The narrow river sparkles and gurgles as it passes us by...telling yarns of the years as it flows by...saying see you soon as we head into the forest for another waterfall walk...around someone's campfire for more laughs and talk.
The night settles as pademelons check us out...the wind whistling through the giant trees...wishing us...and we do...have a good night.
Relax & Enjoy,
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