This is a view of Cradle Mountain viewed across Dove Lake in Tasmania's Central Highlands.
One of the colder parts of Oz bush-walkers (hikers) there are warned to be prepared for snow even in summer.
Snow at Christmas in Oz who would credit it? :-)
Showing posts with label Cradle Mountain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cradle Mountain. Show all posts
Monday, July 15, 2013
Cradle Mountain
I am feeling much better tonight so I thought I would post a piccie of the day I shot a couple of years ago.
This is a view of Cradle Mountain viewed across Dove Lake in Tasmania's Central Highlands.
One of the colder parts of Oz bush-walkers (hikers) there are warned to be prepared for snow even in summer.
Snow at Christmas in Oz who would credit it? :-)
This is a view of Cradle Mountain viewed across Dove Lake in Tasmania's Central Highlands.
One of the colder parts of Oz bush-walkers (hikers) there are warned to be prepared for snow even in summer.
Snow at Christmas in Oz who would credit it? :-)
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Cradle Mountain
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Cradle Mountain (and a rather odd habit)
Well my Uncle Harry tour guide hat goes back on tonight.
On our fourth day in Tassie we left the east coast and headed to the central highlands.
Our target Cradle Mountain.
It was a wet and cool to cold (for summer) day.
We didn’t get to the Cradle Mountain National Park until after lunch.
The light was changing from minute to minute because of the time and the weather we weren’t very ambitious about walking. Over 300 days a year it is raining or cloudy here so the weather was pretty much what you’d expect.
Deb and Lu did one walk of about half an hour return.
They followed a path around the east of Dove Lake to a high point known as Glacier Rock.
I dawdled a bit taking literally hundreds of photos.
Including this one of some scat on a rock.
Yes it is what you think it is. ‘Scat’ is a polite naturalist’s way of saying ‘poo’ or ‘shit’.
I kept moving; the large rocky promontory (with the people on top) in the fore-ground is Glacier Rock.
And to show how far I had got behind, the character in red on the top is Lu.
She (and Deb) waited at the top until I caught up.
I took this picccie of Lu from up there.
Then she returned the favour.
You will notice I was unshaven and well and truly in holiday mode.
Then for a moment we played duelling cameras.
Then Deb and Lu headed back to the car because the afternoon turned freezing. I went on another walk around the west of the lake. 
Following a nicely formed trail
Again and again I saw
And
I counted no less than 17 piles of scat and more scat all carefully placed on the top of little rocks.
My destination this little boat house built to house rescue boats in the 1940s.
So If you are like me (and maybe you aren’t) you want to know who was the obsessive creature who so carefully left these little markers of passing on all these rocks?
This cute fellow is the culprit.
A wombat, they leave scat on rocks to mark their territory.
Alas the wombat piccie is not mine (this is from Wikipedia). They are very shy creatures, I have a couple of wombat photos but they are blurry piccies of a rapidly departing wombat rear end.
On our fourth day in Tassie we left the east coast and headed to the central highlands.
Our target Cradle Mountain.
It was a wet and cool to cold (for summer) day.We didn’t get to the Cradle Mountain National Park until after lunch.
The light was changing from minute to minute because of the time and the weather we weren’t very ambitious about walking. Over 300 days a year it is raining or cloudy here so the weather was pretty much what you’d expect.
Deb and Lu did one walk of about half an hour return.They followed a path around the east of Dove Lake to a high point known as Glacier Rock.
I dawdled a bit taking literally hundreds of photos.
Including this one of some scat on a rock.
Yes it is what you think it is. ‘Scat’ is a polite naturalist’s way of saying ‘poo’ or ‘shit’.I kept moving; the large rocky promontory (with the people on top) in the fore-ground is Glacier Rock.
And to show how far I had got behind, the character in red on the top is Lu.
She (and Deb) waited at the top until I caught up.I took this picccie of Lu from up there.
Then she returned the favour.
You will notice I was unshaven and well and truly in holiday mode.Then for a moment we played duelling cameras.
Then Deb and Lu headed back to the car because the afternoon turned freezing. I went on another walk around the west of the lake. 
Following a nicely formed trailAgain and again I saw
And
I counted no less than 17 piles of scat and more scat all carefully placed on the top of little rocks.My destination this little boat house built to house rescue boats in the 1940s.
So If you are like me (and maybe you aren’t) you want to know who was the obsessive creature who so carefully left these little markers of passing on all these rocks?This cute fellow is the culprit.
A wombat, they leave scat on rocks to mark their territory.Alas the wombat piccie is not mine (this is from Wikipedia). They are very shy creatures, I have a couple of wombat photos but they are blurry piccies of a rapidly departing wombat rear end.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Two More From Tasmania
We're still in Tasmania (we'll be heading home Sunday night).
I haven't been able to post because I haven't had an internet connection until tonight. Most of the time we haven't had mobile phone (cell phone) coverage . Tonight I am using my mobile as a modem. Hence a quick post with only a few photos because my mobile plan charges by the megabyte for useage.
We have been zig-zagging across the state from the North Coast (Launceston and the Tamar Valley) to the East Coast (St Helen's and the Bay of Fires).
Then to the Central Highlands.
Finally all the way down South to Hobart this evening.
By Aussie standards the state is small, only about four or five hours drive from one end to the other and the population is tiny only five hundred thousand people or so.
This means much of the countryside is unspoiled and quiet. Even in peak tourist season (it's summer down here) the roads are quiet and the beaches almost empty. As an aside I suspect part of the reason the beaches are quiet is the temperature, we've been having glorious sunny weather, but only temperatures of 20C (68F)which most Aussies think is far too cold for swimming.
Tassie is increadibly beautiful and I have been running my camera hot. I literaly filled all of my memory cards yesterday and had to stop shooting.
Here are just a couple:
First: Rocks at the Bay of Fires.
The colours there have to be seen to be believed, the piccie doesn't do justice. Crystal clear water, white sands, and boulders streaked with orange.
The second photo is from from Cradle Mountain National Park in the Central Highlands.
It shows Cradle Mountain looking across Dove Lake. The mountain and the lake were both carved by glaciers in the last Ice Age.
The building is an old boat house that was built in the 1940s.
I haven't been able to post because I haven't had an internet connection until tonight. Most of the time we haven't had mobile phone (cell phone) coverage . Tonight I am using my mobile as a modem. Hence a quick post with only a few photos because my mobile plan charges by the megabyte for useage.
We have been zig-zagging across the state from the North Coast (Launceston and the Tamar Valley) to the East Coast (St Helen's and the Bay of Fires).
Then to the Central Highlands.
Finally all the way down South to Hobart this evening.
By Aussie standards the state is small, only about four or five hours drive from one end to the other and the population is tiny only five hundred thousand people or so.
This means much of the countryside is unspoiled and quiet. Even in peak tourist season (it's summer down here) the roads are quiet and the beaches almost empty. As an aside I suspect part of the reason the beaches are quiet is the temperature, we've been having glorious sunny weather, but only temperatures of 20C (68F)which most Aussies think is far too cold for swimming.
Tassie is increadibly beautiful and I have been running my camera hot. I literaly filled all of my memory cards yesterday and had to stop shooting.
Here are just a couple:
First: Rocks at the Bay of Fires.
The colours there have to be seen to be believed, the piccie doesn't do justice. Crystal clear water, white sands, and boulders streaked with orange.The second photo is from from Cradle Mountain National Park in the Central Highlands.
It shows Cradle Mountain looking across Dove Lake. The mountain and the lake were both carved by glaciers in the last Ice Age.The building is an old boat house that was built in the 1940s.
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