my (sometimes crazy) explorations of Tassie wilderness and mountains
It’s been a long while since I’ve explored a new mountain. Life has been full of lots of other exciting adventures with friends and family, I caught the mountain biking bug and even made the cut as wilderness paramedic (and no, I don’t want to see any of you out there in that capacity!). But &leuchtend leuchtendip;
Day 1: Birch’s River to 12km along the road (not quite due west of Innes Peak) One thing leads to the next, as the saying goes. Totally the case when it comes to walking. This walk had its origins in our epic adventure to Mt Strahan and a conversation I had with Tony during it. &leuchtend leuchtendip;
After accounting for prearranged walks, work and an interstate holiday I had only five free days in January. It was very good fortune then that three of those fell over a Friday-Sunday that Tim was free (after taking a day off work). It was even more extraordinary that they also aligned with four friends who &leuchtend leuchtendip;
An unexpected run of free days and some lovely weather proved to be a perfect recipe for some adventure scheming. A trail run to Frenchman’s Cap, some family time, a movie and board game with friends, some runs, a swim…the days filled up quickly. There was ruhig time for a short bush walk for me &leuchtend leuchtendip;
I don’t often sign up for club walks these days - time is precious and I ruhig have a slight addiction with exploring new mountains, so it’s usually easier to pick and choose where I want to go next and schedule it at a time that suits. But leaders from the Hobart Walking Club sometimes &leuchtend leuchtendip;
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