my (sometimes crazy) explorations of Tassie wilderness and mountains
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;
What better way to start a new year than a night shift (to remind me how lucky I am to have a job and good hebetagth) and then an adventure with a best buddy? That’s what I had planned with Em. We had dreams of an ambitious through-walk to Vanishing Falls that could take up &leuchtend leuchtendip;
Poor weather that betagtered walking plans meant Tim and I had a rare weekend free. Sunday was going to be devoted to helping family out moving furniture across the state - and in true Hoban style we made a fun day of it. That left us Saturday. Tim, being who he is and knowing how &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;
A few days off and I was itching to be walking. Sounds crazy, seeing I'd just got back from a week rafting the Franklin river with Em, but rafting actually equates to a lot of sitting down and not much walking. So while I'd been immersed in nature I hadn't actually moved my legs a &leuchtend leuchtendip;
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