Cathedral Plateau

Twin Spires

Last weekend we had planned to do another overnight walk with the whole family. The plan was to set off after our children's soccer games in the morning and walk in to the Scott-Kilvert Hut at Lake Rodway in the afternoon. On Friday night, a couple of our children showed signs of having nasty colds. We decided this was not a good start so we abandoned the family walk idea. Instead, we decided I would toddle off on my own for a solo walking treat.

Grail Falls

As these opportunities are rare, I thought carefully about my destination. The forecast was fine so a mountain walk would be very appealing. There was also some snow left on the higher peaks. Even better! After some contemplation, I eventually chose to walk up the Moses Creek Track to the Cathedral Plateau.

Lunch spot beside a frozen Challice Lake

In my first few hours' walking, I climbed steadily out of the Mersey Valley into the picturesque surrounds of Chapter Lake. The dark silent waters of the lake contrasted to the brilliant white gushes of Grail Falls as they crash into the valley with a mighty roar. A cairned route leads up to the ledges above the falls and then on to my lunch spot where I could see Convent Hill over a mostly frozen Challice Lake.

Cathedral Mountain

My original plan was to setup camp at the lake and take a couple of half day walks exploring the Cathedral Plateau from there. Instead, as I was feeling fit and the weather was great, I decided to continue on with my full pack. A small rise took me to Tent Tarn where I lost the cairned route.

Sunset over Pelion East

I tip-toed through the fragile cushion plants south of the Tarn and then headed up hill towards Twin Spires. I did not go far before the thick scrubby vegetation was starting to get me down and for the first time in the walk, I could feel the weight of my pack. The scrub looked marginally better further south so I sidled a bit and much to my surprise, I came across the cairned route again. It must have recommenced at some point after Tent Tarn.

The moon watches over the pre-dawn sky as Pelion East, Barn Bluff

and Cradle Mountain peek out from their cotton-wool blankets.

My reunion with the cairned route was timely as I had just reached the snow line. As I got higher, it became apparent that the route was leading me to a high point on Cathedral Mountain itself. This point turned out to be almost 500 metres back from the edge of the escarpment. The views of the surrounding plateau and mountains were terrific but I was looking forward to seeing the view over the brink to the Mersey valley below.

First light catches Mount Ossa

Rather than heading directly to the cliff tops, I headed towards the Twin Spires, the northern peak of which is the highest point on the Cathedral plateau. There was just enough snow cover for this to be a very easy traverse. The last serious snowfall was almost two weeks ago so the compact icy surface was almost like walking on a footpath over or between the shrubs and boulders.

Sunrise over the Walls of Jerusalem

It was not until I reached the very highest point of the Twin Spires that I gave myself the satisfaction of looking down to the valley below. The roar of the Mersey River drifted up and the grassy flats of Lees Paddocks looked like a giant golf course. The private hut at Kia Ora stood out with the peaks of the Du Cane and Pelion ranges providing a stunning backdrop.

First light reaches Twin Spires

With light starting to fade, I quickly found a level patch of snow about 15 metres from the summit where I could pitch my tent, cook dinner and settle in for the long dark night. In the morning I woke an hour before sunrise, cooked a delicious breakfast and headed outside in the pre-dawn light. The moon smiled down on the peaks to the north-west which rose out of valleys filled to the brim with layers of cotton wool fog.

Twin Spires camp site starts to thaw

Cradle Mountain was the first peak to be set ablaze by the rising sun. A few minutes later as the sun eased its way over the Walls of Jerusalem, Mount Ossa was the next peak to glow. As I watched in awe, one by one the other mountains caught the suns rays. In the meantime, the dense fog was starting to rise out of the valleys. To the north, upward-flowing waterfalls of cloud were pouring over the cliff-lines of Deans Bluff and Bishops Peak. Soon, I too was enveloped by the rising blanket and my sunrise show was over.

Fog pours out of the Mersey valley over Bishops Peak

On my return, I foolishly headed straight down towards Tent Tarn and predictably got buried in the scrub I had encountered 20 hours earlier. A detour back to the cairned route to Cathedral would have been quicker and far less scratchy. Oh well, never mind. I shouldn't complain. The scrub here is no where near as bad as other parts of the island.

Looking from South Twin Spire to Mount Ossa

After descending past Grail Falls, I returned to the car via a taped route which follows Moses Creek down from its Chapter Lake outlet. I had done this route as a day walk previously but again found myself marvelling at the amazingly steep path taken by Moses Creek as it plunges over an almost constant succession of waterfalls before suddenly leveling out for its final approach to the Mersey River.

North Twin Spire from South Twin Spire

My walk finished on an uncertain note. When I last went to the Moses Creek waterfalls, I branched off the Moses Creek Track after it crossed Jacksons Creek to pick up the taped route. This time, heading in the reverse direction to my previous visit, I followed the tapes expecting them to swing east any minute to join the other track. They didn't! When I finally reached the confluence of Jacksons and Moses I came to an unpleasant realisation. By following the tapes all the way to the end, I now faced a very steep climb back to my car as I had descended more than I needed. The short, sharp climb to the car was not the ending I had expected but my sense of satisfaction and achievement overpowered my aching muscles and before I knew it, the car park was upon me.
 

Chapter Lake

Mount Wellington

Zig Zag Track near the summit of Mount Wellington

I have never lived in Hobart but if I did, I would love Mt Wellington on my doorstep. Recently when Mrs TasTrekker had a workshop at the university, I took the opportunity to be dropped at the summit ready for a leisurely downhill trot.

Mount Wellington's Organ Pipes

While there are probably more interesting and obscure walks on the mountain, I am a Wellington Walks newbie so I picked what looked like the most direct route down stringing as many features together as I could. I'm organising a camp for people heading to Tassie from all over Australia in a few months time so this was a test-drive for one of their activities.

Sphinx Rock

My selected route took me down the Zig Zag Track from the summit. As I left the howling wind and frozen puddles behind, the track soon lived up to its name. Before too long, I diverted onto the Organ Pipes Track for closer inspection of the dolerite columns so many Hobartians must take for granted.

The Octopus Tree

The Sawmill Track then took me down to Strickland Falls via short detours to Rock Cabin (not really worth the detour), Sphinx Rock (kinda cool on top but even cooler underneath where some rock climbers were dangling from the overhang) and the Octopus Tree.

Strickland Falls

Cradle Snow

I started holidays today so I can look after the junior TasTrekkers while Mrs TasTrekker has university exams.  There's been some snow down to low levels so I took our youngest children on a trip to Cradle to find some snow.

We stopped into Moina along the way where Lake Gairdner was at a very low level.  We were excited to find a 'shipwreck' near the boat ramp.

After passing Daisy Dell, there was still no sign of snow but by the time we reached the visitor centre, it was starting to fall.  At Ronny Creek we found some drifts big enough to play in but too small for sliding.

On the way home we stopped to look at a property in the Vale of Belvoir which has been targeted for purchase by the Tasmanian Land Conservancy.

Ice Skating

While this is not strictly bushwalking, it did involve cold and ice.

We had a lot of fun slipping and sliding around the rink in Hobart.

This was a birthday treat for Mrs TasTrekker.

A highlight was an ice skating billy cart!

Family Bushwalk to Pelion

Over Easter we took our 11, 9 and 5 year old children to walk the Arm River Track. While Pelion Hut was the loose objective it was not set in stone. The area has many lovely spots for camping so the plan was to do whatever we could do then setup camp. With enough meals to last 4 days our agenda was delightfully flexible.

On day one, we had a fairly late morning start. While there was a bit of complaining, we all made light work of the infamous hill one kilometre after the start. Ironically, it was after the steep bit that we struggled to maintain motivation as we sidled around the top of the hill to our lunch spot beside the outlet from Lake Price.

Lunch at Lake Price with Mt Pillinger looking over us.

After lunch, renewed spirits allowed us to scoot over to Wurragarra Creek and the highpoint where the Cathedral Range and DuCanes joined Mt Pillinger to provide a breathtaking panorama. Steady progress was made down the hill but, as we approached Lake Ayr, spirits were flagging again. The last 4km had taken us 1.5 hours, we had 4km to reach Pelion Hut and there were 1.5 hours of daylight left. It was not hard to make the decision to pitch our tent on a small rise beside a creek where we enjoyed spectacular views along the lake to Mt Oakleigh and back to Mt Pillinger. The remaining daylight was spent relaxing, and cooking a superb dinner. Mrs TasTrekker had invested in some of those fancy dehydrated hiking meals which cut down on weight and ensured we could enjoy fairly normal and wholesome food.

Mt Oakleigh and Lake Ayr from our campsite.

Day two started enthusastically and 90 minutes' walking took us to a deserted Pelion Hut where we settled in for morning tea and card games. A group from Anthology's Cradle Mountain Huts arrived at the hut soon after us en route from the private hut at Pine Forest Moor. They tucked into their gourmet lunch and then set off to climb Mt Oakleigh.

Mt Pelion West looms over the Douglass River bridge.

Pelion Plains offers some hidden treasures for a family not looking to scale the heights of surrounding mountains. Some copper mines and an old hut are worth exploring along with the recommended swimming spot at the pencil pine flanked Douglas River.

Old Pelion Hut

We took our lunches and stoves a short walk along the famous Overland Track to the historic Old Pelion Hut. While enjoying lunch in the hut's grassy surrounds we had a visit from the friendly local track ranger. She was heading down to the old bridge on the Wolfram Mine track (more recently known as the Forth Valley Track) to 'take measures' to prevent people using the bridge. The treated pine decking looked to be in good condition but underneath the steel beams were completely rusted through.

Rusty bridge over Douglas River on Wolfram Mines (Forth Valley) Track

Over an hour was filled as the whole family were entertained by the antics of tugging at planks and dismantling the decking. Everyone chipped in to lend a hand. In a weird way, there was a strong sense of irony heading into the wilderness and engaging in some serious demolition work.

Ranger Jen calls the shots as we 'take measures' to discourage people from using the bridge.

Once all the planks and old nails were collected, we got back to our original agenda which was a visit to the old Pelion Copper Mine. A distinct pad leads 250 metres down the valley from the hut to a brightly coloured tailings heap which extends all the way down the hill and into the river below. The boys and I explored the adit which went far enough in to be completely dark when we turned our torches off.

Pelion Copper Mine

On the way back to the Overland Track, the children stopped on a new section of board walk to test the depth of the bog. In the photo it looks like they are engaged in constructive track work. If Ranger Jen returned to continue her board walk construction, I'm sure there would have been three willing young helpers.

On the track to Old Pelion Hut.  Mt Pelion East in the background.

In the evening, dinner preparations and the ensuing feast were accompanied by a lovely sunset transforming Cradle Mountain, Barn Bluff and Mount Oakleigh into stately silhouettes against the fading hues of a fine and still autumn evening. Card games and socialising were the order of the evening. Even the junior walkers found friends they had met on a previous holiday camp so the hut atmosphere was very lively.

Barn Bluff, Cradle Mt and Mt Oakleigh are sillhouetted at sunset.

Ready to set out from New Pelion Hut

On the morning of day three we joined the throng of walkers preparing for departure and, after a family snap, set off along Lake Ayr. The first four kilometres melted away as we dawdled through the mist, taking photos of shrubs, cobwebs, flowers and berries along the route.

The gradual uphill climb from the Pelion Plains up towards the Wurragarra sadle caused spirits to flag a little so a cooked lunch beside 'Tarn of Islands Creek' gave us the necessary encouragement to continue back to the walk's high point. From here, the panorama opens up to include the Cathedral and DuCane ranges along with Mt Pillinger close at hand. Ironically, as they rested on a large rock, my family seemed more inclined to watch the tadpoles in a tarn rather than take in the stunning scenery. Each to their own I guess.

Twin Spires, Cathedral Mt and Castle Crag from the Wurragarra saddle.

At this point we had covered eight kilometres since leaving the hut and we were four kilometres from the car. We had food to do another day but being this 'close to home' with the possibility of a home day before returning to work made it an attractive option to push on. There was just the issue of enthusing the troops. We made a strong start heading down over Wurragarra Creek but the slight climb to Lake Price caused our youngest trekker to threaten mutiny. The others were starting to enjoy the thought of being back to their own beds that night.

Lots of encouraging and distracting chatter pulled us through to our day one lunch spot at the Lake Price outlet stream. An Easter Sunday afternoon tea of celebratory eggs was in order and, with all that chocolate in our collective bellies, it seemed only a hop, skip and a jump to the steep descent into the Arm River valley. At the bottom of the hill, I wondered how we would go with the final kilometre to the car. As it turned out, everyone was able to focus on the goal and with much celebration we bundled into the family wagon and headed for a Sheffield take-away dinner. There was even energy in reserve to don fancy dress for an easter supper with the in-laws in Burnie!

What a trip! Walking with young children is a joy when appropriate precautions are taken. We have been fortunate enough to gather some good gear for the whole family. Complete sets of thermal underwear, sleeping bags, inflatable camping mats, rain coats, boots and a 4-person Macpac Spectrum tent that fits all of us made this trip possible. Walking with an open agenda, listening to each other's needs and being willing to stop whenever the need arose were other critical factors. Of course, the trip would not have happened without the willing participation of the whole TasTrekker family. I am very proud of everyone!