On the seventh of June, Anna and I headed to the WHA for the weekend. I was excited to be going back there, it had been a long time. Our plan was to visit Nelson Falls, Lake St Clair and Donaghys Hill as well as stay at Lake King William for the night.
The drought is really having a bad effect on water all over Tasmania. When we drove over the bridge at Lake Burbury we were both taken aback as to how far down the water level was. Even living on the west coast, where we see more rain than the rest of the state, we were noticing less than average rainfall but wasn't expecting the drop to be so noticeable.
Our first stop was Nelson Falls. We had been there once before and the water was really tumbling over the falls that time. This time there wasn't as much, making it good for getting photos without having spray blow onto the lens.
We stopped many times on the walk to get images of the amazing scenery. Tress grew close together with the occasional break where the sun shone beams of light creating an enchanting aura. The stream bubbled beside us and the birds flew through the trees squawking with delight. Walking here made me feel as though I was in a dream.
Mushrooms sprouted from just about every crack and cranny. They were small, large and every colour you could imagine. There were small tracks leading down to the creek where animals came to drink. We didn't see any but knew they were there.
The falls themselves were slowly tumbling over their rocky bed. There was very little spray, so we could actually stand in front and get some decent shots of it. The greens of the trees and the mosses and the sound of the water flowing were very relaxing. The walk is only about 40 mins return but we took a lot longer, as always. Check out this post for a more detailed description.
I felt totally regenerated when we got back to the car. My excitement now grew. We were heading to Lake King William, at last. First though we had to drive the sixty kilometres through the World Heritage Area. This is my favourite part of the whole road. The changes in scenery are spectacular to say the least, from Buttongrass Plains, to dense rainforest and alpine forest.
After an hour or so of driving, and drooling, we arrived at Lake King William. The scene which unfolded before us was breathtaking and disturbing. It was still beautifully ugly but now there was more of it. The drought was really taking its toll. Where there was once a free flowing river, the Derwent River, which was high on the banks there was now only parched rubble and ruin.
We drove slowly around to where we camped the last time we were here and were astounded at the difference between then and now. My first thought was, "where is all the water?" When we first came to this place we could see water as far as the eye can see, this time it was like a huge giant had taken a straw and sucked up all the water, maybe leaving some in the bottom. We couldn't see where the water was in the lake. With the level being so low I don't think they will be generating too much electricity from this dam.
We wandered around, cameras in hand, taking in the scene. Neither of us said much. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze blowing and the sun was shining. I was feeling disturbed, disappointed, awed, inspired and sad. The "Tree Graveyard" was really living up to its name.
After a while we got the campsite set up and ready for the night ahead. With the day being clear and no hint of cloud in the sky we knew it was going to be a chilly night ahead. We sat for a while just watching life go by in this desolate place and then the sun was starting to go down and we could see the colours start to intensify over the mountains.
Beautiful pinkish hues, purples, oranges and reds lit the sky. They gave an eerie glow to the landscape. This was the most beautiful I had ever seen here. The scene unfolded slowly giving ample time to get shots. I stood in awe watching it through my viewfinder.
As the light show wound down we headed back to the campsite and got our evening meal ready. I hadn't noticed how cold it was becoming while watching the sun go down, but now I felt it. I couldn't wait for the fire to get going to get warm again.
That night we sat by the fire and watched the stars and chatted. The sky was clear and the night time light show began. I wasn't going to move away from the fire because it was really cold so every now and then I looked away from the fire so my eyes could adjust and I could see the stars properly.
We went to bed and snuggled down into our nice warm sleeping bags. I could feel the cold ground beneath the sleeping bag and it was a little bit uncomfortable. It didn't take long to drop off to sleep though and I slept the whole night.
In the morning there was fog and mist laying low and we couldn't see the edge of the campsite because of it. I opened the fly and it was stiff. There was a heavy frost and it had frozen overnight. We found out later in the day that it had got down to minus three overnight and we weren't surprised everything had a coat of ice that morning.
The lenses of the cameras started to fog up as soon as we turned them on, it still must have been very cold. It took a long time for the billy to boil, but I wasn't really worried about that at the time. My mind and my attention was on this early morning event. The fog added a different dimension to this eerie place. It was something like a movie, one of those horror, mystery movies where something might jump out and grab you and drag you away, never to be seen again.
The sun finally peaked its head over the mountains and the fog began to lift. Drops of melting ice fell from the trees and splashed on the ground. It was going to be another beautiful, sunny day. We packed up and made our way over to Lake St Clair.
When we got there the fog had completely lifted and the sun was shining brightly, it was warming. We made our way down to the lake and watched as some birds flew overhead. It was quiet, although there seemed to be quite a few people around. We had a look at what walks were available in the information hut and decided to do the figure of eight circuit, covering the Watersmeet, Platypus Bay and the Aboriginal trail. Read about these walks here.
They were mostly enjoyable. At one point we were trying to get shots of birds which were flitting around in the trees but there were children running around and screaming and the birds took off.
When we finished the walks we went to Derwent Bridge and got some lunch and headed down to Donaghys Hill to check out the scenery. The walk isn't too long but it is mostly uphill. If you like to get shots of mushrooms this place is good for it. At the lookout you get a three hundred and sixty degree view of the surrounding area. I would recommend that everyone does this walk only if it is a clear day, otherwise you won't see much in the way of the view. You can read more about this walk here.
On the way home I was feeling tired but also exhilarated. The things we had seen this weekend had reinforced why I really love this state and don't want to live anywhere else.
Our trip to the WHA
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Shane V
, Jul 09 2008 12:35 PM
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Posted 09 July 2008 - 12:35 PM
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Posted 09 July 2008 - 05:59 PM
What a wonderful read Margie , i do enjoy reading these posts from you and again it makes me think you should make a book along the lines of this with your photos added of course , I would definatly buy it .
I had a look large at the panno of the empty lake what a weird sight that must have been ,
and also i do expect that you both took lots and lots of mushroom and toadstolol photos to share with me haha
I had a look large at the panno of the empty lake what a weird sight that must have been ,
and also i do expect that you both took lots and lots of mushroom and toadstolol photos to share with me haha
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Posted 09 July 2008 - 08:49 PM
On the seventh of June, Anna and I headed to the WHA for the weekend. I was excited to be going back there, it had been a long time. Our plan was to visit Nelson Falls, Lake St Clair and Donaghys Hill as well as stay at Lake King William for the night.
The drought is really having a bad effect on water all over Tasmania. When we drove over the bridge at Lake Burbury we were both taken aback as to how far down the water level was. Even living on the west coast, where we see more rain than the rest of the state, we were noticing less than average rainfall but wasn't expecting the drop to be so noticeable.
Our first stop was Nelson Falls. We had been there once before and the water was really tumbling over the falls that time. This time there wasn't as much, making it good for getting photos without having spray blow onto the lens.
We stopped many times on the walk to get images of the amazing scenery. Tress grew close together with the occasional break where the sun shone beams of light creating an enchanting aura. The stream bubbled beside us and the birds flew through the trees squawking with delight. Walking here made me feel as though I was in a dream.
Mushrooms sprouted from just about every crack and cranny. They were small, large and every colour you could imagine. There were small tracks leading down to the creek where animals came to drink. We didn't see any but knew they were there.
The falls themselves were slowly tumbling over their rocky bed. There was very little spray, so we could actually stand in front and get some decent shots of it. The greens of the trees and the mosses and the sound of the water flowing were very relaxing. The walk is only about 40 mins return but we took a lot longer, as always. Check out this post for a more detailed description.
I felt totally regenerated when we got back to the car. My excitement now grew. We were heading to Lake King William, at last. First though we had to drive the sixty kilometres through the World Heritage Area. This is my favourite part of the whole road. The changes in scenery are spectacular to say the least, from Buttongrass Plains, to dense rainforest and alpine forest.
After an hour or so of driving, and drooling, we arrived at Lake King William. The scene which unfolded before us was breathtaking and disturbing. It was still beautifully ugly but now there was more of it. The drought was really taking its toll. Where there was once a free flowing river, the Derwent River, which was high on the banks there was now only parched rubble and ruin.
We drove slowly around to where we camped the last time we were here and were astounded at the difference between then and now. My first thought was, "where is all the water?" When we first came to this place we could see water as far as the eye can see, this time it was like a huge giant had taken a straw and sucked up all the water, maybe leaving some in the bottom. We couldn't see where the water was in the lake. With the level being so low I don't think they will be generating too much electricity from this dam.
We wandered around, cameras in hand, taking in the scene. Neither of us said much. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze blowing and the sun was shining. I was feeling disturbed, disappointed, awed, inspired and sad. The "Tree Graveyard" was really living up to its name.
After a while we got the campsite set up and ready for the night ahead. With the day being clear and no hint of cloud in the sky we knew it was going to be a chilly night ahead. We sat for a while just watching life go by in this desolate place and then the sun was starting to go down and we could see the colours start to intensify over the mountains.
Beautiful pinkish hues, purples, oranges and reds lit the sky. They gave an eerie glow to the landscape. This was the most beautiful I had ever seen here. The scene unfolded slowly giving ample time to get shots. I stood in awe watching it through my viewfinder.
As the light show wound down we headed back to the campsite and got our evening meal ready. I hadn't noticed how cold it was becoming while watching the sun go down, but now I felt it. I couldn't wait for the fire to get going to get warm again.
That night we sat by the fire and watched the stars and chatted. The sky was clear and the night time light show began. I wasn't going to move away from the fire because it was really cold so every now and then I looked away from the fire so my eyes could adjust and I could see the stars properly.
We went to bed and snuggled down into our nice warm sleeping bags. I could feel the cold ground beneath the sleeping bag and it was a little bit uncomfortable. It didn't take long to drop off to sleep though and I slept the whole night.
In the morning there was fog and mist laying low and we couldn't see the edge of the campsite because of it. I opened the fly and it was stiff. There was a heavy frost and it had frozen overnight. We found out later in the day that it had got down to minus three overnight and we weren't surprised everything had a coat of ice that morning.
The lenses of the cameras started to fog up as soon as we turned them on, it still must have been very cold. It took a long time for the billy to boil, but I wasn't really worried about that at the time. My mind and my attention was on this early morning event. The fog added a different dimension to this eerie place. It was something like a movie, one of those horror, mystery movies where something might jump out and grab you and drag you away, never to be seen again.
The sun finally peaked its head over the mountains and the fog began to lift. Drops of melting ice fell from the trees and splashed on the ground. It was going to be another beautiful, sunny day. We packed up and made our way over to Lake St Clair.
When we got there the fog had completely lifted and the sun was shining brightly, it was warming. We made our way down to the lake and watched as some birds flew overhead. It was quiet, although there seemed to be quite a few people around. We had a look at what walks were available in the information hut and decided to do the figure of eight circuit, covering the Watersmeet, Platypus Bay and the Aboriginal trail. Read about these walks here.
They were mostly enjoyable. At one point we were trying to get shots of birds which were flitting around in the trees but there were children running around and screaming and the birds took off.
When we finished the walks we went to Derwent Bridge and got some lunch and headed down to Donaghys Hill to check out the scenery. The walk isn't too long but it is mostly uphill. If you like to get shots of mushrooms this place is good for it. At the lookout you get a three hundred and sixty degree view of the surrounding area. I would recommend that everyone does this walk only if it is a clear day, otherwise you won't see much in the way of the view. You can read more about this walk here.
On the way home I was feeling tired but also exhilarated. The things we had seen this weekend had reinforced why I really love this state and don't want to live anywhere else.
The drought is really having a bad effect on water all over Tasmania. When we drove over the bridge at Lake Burbury we were both taken aback as to how far down the water level was. Even living on the west coast, where we see more rain than the rest of the state, we were noticing less than average rainfall but wasn't expecting the drop to be so noticeable.
Our first stop was Nelson Falls. We had been there once before and the water was really tumbling over the falls that time. This time there wasn't as much, making it good for getting photos without having spray blow onto the lens.
We stopped many times on the walk to get images of the amazing scenery. Tress grew close together with the occasional break where the sun shone beams of light creating an enchanting aura. The stream bubbled beside us and the birds flew through the trees squawking with delight. Walking here made me feel as though I was in a dream.
Mushrooms sprouted from just about every crack and cranny. They were small, large and every colour you could imagine. There were small tracks leading down to the creek where animals came to drink. We didn't see any but knew they were there.
The falls themselves were slowly tumbling over their rocky bed. There was very little spray, so we could actually stand in front and get some decent shots of it. The greens of the trees and the mosses and the sound of the water flowing were very relaxing. The walk is only about 40 mins return but we took a lot longer, as always. Check out this post for a more detailed description.
I felt totally regenerated when we got back to the car. My excitement now grew. We were heading to Lake King William, at last. First though we had to drive the sixty kilometres through the World Heritage Area. This is my favourite part of the whole road. The changes in scenery are spectacular to say the least, from Buttongrass Plains, to dense rainforest and alpine forest.
After an hour or so of driving, and drooling, we arrived at Lake King William. The scene which unfolded before us was breathtaking and disturbing. It was still beautifully ugly but now there was more of it. The drought was really taking its toll. Where there was once a free flowing river, the Derwent River, which was high on the banks there was now only parched rubble and ruin.
We drove slowly around to where we camped the last time we were here and were astounded at the difference between then and now. My first thought was, "where is all the water?" When we first came to this place we could see water as far as the eye can see, this time it was like a huge giant had taken a straw and sucked up all the water, maybe leaving some in the bottom. We couldn't see where the water was in the lake. With the level being so low I don't think they will be generating too much electricity from this dam.
We wandered around, cameras in hand, taking in the scene. Neither of us said much. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze blowing and the sun was shining. I was feeling disturbed, disappointed, awed, inspired and sad. The "Tree Graveyard" was really living up to its name.
After a while we got the campsite set up and ready for the night ahead. With the day being clear and no hint of cloud in the sky we knew it was going to be a chilly night ahead. We sat for a while just watching life go by in this desolate place and then the sun was starting to go down and we could see the colours start to intensify over the mountains.
Beautiful pinkish hues, purples, oranges and reds lit the sky. They gave an eerie glow to the landscape. This was the most beautiful I had ever seen here. The scene unfolded slowly giving ample time to get shots. I stood in awe watching it through my viewfinder.
As the light show wound down we headed back to the campsite and got our evening meal ready. I hadn't noticed how cold it was becoming while watching the sun go down, but now I felt it. I couldn't wait for the fire to get going to get warm again.
That night we sat by the fire and watched the stars and chatted. The sky was clear and the night time light show began. I wasn't going to move away from the fire because it was really cold so every now and then I looked away from the fire so my eyes could adjust and I could see the stars properly.
We went to bed and snuggled down into our nice warm sleeping bags. I could feel the cold ground beneath the sleeping bag and it was a little bit uncomfortable. It didn't take long to drop off to sleep though and I slept the whole night.
In the morning there was fog and mist laying low and we couldn't see the edge of the campsite because of it. I opened the fly and it was stiff. There was a heavy frost and it had frozen overnight. We found out later in the day that it had got down to minus three overnight and we weren't surprised everything had a coat of ice that morning.
The lenses of the cameras started to fog up as soon as we turned them on, it still must have been very cold. It took a long time for the billy to boil, but I wasn't really worried about that at the time. My mind and my attention was on this early morning event. The fog added a different dimension to this eerie place. It was something like a movie, one of those horror, mystery movies where something might jump out and grab you and drag you away, never to be seen again.
The sun finally peaked its head over the mountains and the fog began to lift. Drops of melting ice fell from the trees and splashed on the ground. It was going to be another beautiful, sunny day. We packed up and made our way over to Lake St Clair.
When we got there the fog had completely lifted and the sun was shining brightly, it was warming. We made our way down to the lake and watched as some birds flew overhead. It was quiet, although there seemed to be quite a few people around. We had a look at what walks were available in the information hut and decided to do the figure of eight circuit, covering the Watersmeet, Platypus Bay and the Aboriginal trail. Read about these walks here.
They were mostly enjoyable. At one point we were trying to get shots of birds which were flitting around in the trees but there were children running around and screaming and the birds took off.
When we finished the walks we went to Derwent Bridge and got some lunch and headed down to Donaghys Hill to check out the scenery. The walk isn't too long but it is mostly uphill. If you like to get shots of mushrooms this place is good for it. At the lookout you get a three hundred and sixty degree view of the surrounding area. I would recommend that everyone does this walk only if it is a clear day, otherwise you won't see much in the way of the view. You can read more about this walk here.
On the way home I was feeling tired but also exhilarated. The things we had seen this weekend had reinforced why I really love this state and don't want to live anywhere else.
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Posted 09 July 2008 - 09:03 PM
On the seventh of June, Anna and I headed to the WHA for the weekend. I was excited to be going back there, it had been a long time. Our plan was to visit Nelson Falls, Lake St Clair and Donaghys Hill as well as stay at Lake King William for the night.
The drought is really having a bad effect on water all over Tasmania. When we drove over the bridge at Lake Burbury we were both taken aback as to how far down the water level was. Even living on the west coast, where we see more rain than the rest of the state, we were noticing less than average rainfall but wasn't expecting the drop to be so noticeable.
Our first stop was Nelson Falls. We had been there once before and the water was really tumbling over the falls that time. This time there wasn't as much, making it good for getting photos without having spray blow onto the lens.
We stopped many times on the walk to get images of the amazing scenery. Tress grew close together with the occasional break where the sun shone beams of light creating an enchanting aura. The stream bubbled beside us and the birds flew through the trees squawking with delight. Walking here made me feel as though I was in a dream.
Mushrooms sprouted from just about every crack and cranny. They were small, large and every colour you could imagine. There were small tracks leading down to the creek where animals came to drink. We didn't see any but knew they were there.
The falls themselves were slowly tumbling over their rocky bed. There was very little spray, so we could actually stand in front and get some decent shots of it. The greens of the trees and the mosses and the sound of the water flowing were very relaxing. The walk is only about 40 mins return but we took a lot longer, as always. Check out this post for a more detailed description.
I felt totally regenerated when we got back to the car. My excitement now grew. We were heading to Lake King William, at last. First though we had to drive the sixty kilometres through the World Heritage Area. This is my favourite part of the whole road. The changes in scenery are spectacular to say the least, from Buttongrass Plains, to dense rainforest and alpine forest.
After an hour or so of driving, and drooling, we arrived at Lake King William. The scene which unfolded before us was breathtaking and disturbing. It was still beautifully ugly but now there was more of it. The drought was really taking its toll. Where there was once a free flowing river, the Derwent River, which was high on the banks there was now only parched rubble and ruin.
We drove slowly around to where we camped the last time we were here and were astounded at the difference between then and now. My first thought was, "where is all the water?" When we first came to this place we could see water as far as the eye can see, this time it was like a huge giant had taken a straw and sucked up all the water, maybe leaving some in the bottom. We couldn't see where the water was in the lake. With the level being so low I don't think they will be generating too much electricity from this dam.
We wandered around, cameras in hand, taking in the scene. Neither of us said much. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze blowing and the sun was shining. I was feeling disturbed, disappointed, awed, inspired and sad. The "Tree Graveyard" was really living up to its name.
After a while we got the campsite set up and ready for the night ahead. With the day being clear and no hint of cloud in the sky we knew it was going to be a chilly night ahead. We sat for a while just watching life go by in this desolate place and then the sun was starting to go down and we could see the colours start to intensify over the mountains.
Beautiful pinkish hues, purples, oranges and reds lit the sky. They gave an eerie glow to the landscape. This was the most beautiful I had ever seen here. The scene unfolded slowly giving ample time to get shots. I stood in awe watching it through my viewfinder.
As the light show wound down we headed back to the campsite and got our evening meal ready. I hadn't noticed how cold it was becoming while watching the sun go down, but now I felt it. I couldn't wait for the fire to get going to get warm again.
That night we sat by the fire and watched the stars and chatted. The sky was clear and the night time light show began. I wasn't going to move away from the fire because it was really cold so every now and then I looked away from the fire so my eyes could adjust and I could see the stars properly.
We went to bed and snuggled down into our nice warm sleeping bags. I could feel the cold ground beneath the sleeping bag and it was a little bit uncomfortable. It didn't take long to drop off to sleep though and I slept the whole night.
In the morning there was fog and mist laying low and we couldn't see the edge of the campsite because of it. I opened the fly and it was stiff. There was a heavy frost and it had frozen overnight. We found out later in the day that it had got down to minus three overnight and we weren't surprised everything had a coat of ice that morning.
The lenses of the cameras started to fog up as soon as we turned them on, it still must have been very cold. It took a long time for the billy to boil, but I wasn't really worried about that at the time. My mind and my attention was on this early morning event. The fog added a different dimension to this eerie place. It was something like a movie, one of those horror, mystery movies where something might jump out and grab you and drag you away, never to be seen again.
The sun finally peaked its head over the mountains and the fog began to lift. Drops of melting ice fell from the trees and splashed on the ground. It was going to be another beautiful, sunny day. We packed up and made our way over to Lake St Clair.
When we got there the fog had completely lifted and the sun was shining brightly, it was warming. We made our way down to the lake and watched as some birds flew overhead. It was quiet, although there seemed to be quite a few people around. We had a look at what walks were available in the information hut and decided to do the figure of eight circuit, covering the Watersmeet, Platypus Bay and the Aboriginal trail. Read about these walks here.
They were mostly enjoyable. At one point we were trying to get shots of birds which were flitting around in the trees but there were children running around and screaming and the birds took off.
When we finished the walks we went to Derwent Bridge and got some lunch and headed down to Donaghys Hill to check out the scenery. The walk isn't too long but it is mostly uphill. If you like to get shots of mushrooms this place is good for it. At the lookout you get a three hundred and sixty degree view of the surrounding area. I would recommend that everyone does this walk only if it is a clear day, otherwise you won't see much in the way of the view. You can read more about this walk here.
On the way home I was feeling tired but also exhilarated. The things we had seen this weekend had reinforced why I really love this state and don't want to live anywhere else.
The drought is really having a bad effect on water all over Tasmania. When we drove over the bridge at Lake Burbury we were both taken aback as to how far down the water level was. Even living on the west coast, where we see more rain than the rest of the state, we were noticing less than average rainfall but wasn't expecting the drop to be so noticeable.
Our first stop was Nelson Falls. We had been there once before and the water was really tumbling over the falls that time. This time there wasn't as much, making it good for getting photos without having spray blow onto the lens.
We stopped many times on the walk to get images of the amazing scenery. Tress grew close together with the occasional break where the sun shone beams of light creating an enchanting aura. The stream bubbled beside us and the birds flew through the trees squawking with delight. Walking here made me feel as though I was in a dream.
Mushrooms sprouted from just about every crack and cranny. They were small, large and every colour you could imagine. There were small tracks leading down to the creek where animals came to drink. We didn't see any but knew they were there.
The falls themselves were slowly tumbling over their rocky bed. There was very little spray, so we could actually stand in front and get some decent shots of it. The greens of the trees and the mosses and the sound of the water flowing were very relaxing. The walk is only about 40 mins return but we took a lot longer, as always. Check out this post for a more detailed description.
I felt totally regenerated when we got back to the car. My excitement now grew. We were heading to Lake King William, at last. First though we had to drive the sixty kilometres through the World Heritage Area. This is my favourite part of the whole road. The changes in scenery are spectacular to say the least, from Buttongrass Plains, to dense rainforest and alpine forest.
After an hour or so of driving, and drooling, we arrived at Lake King William. The scene which unfolded before us was breathtaking and disturbing. It was still beautifully ugly but now there was more of it. The drought was really taking its toll. Where there was once a free flowing river, the Derwent River, which was high on the banks there was now only parched rubble and ruin.
We drove slowly around to where we camped the last time we were here and were astounded at the difference between then and now. My first thought was, "where is all the water?" When we first came to this place we could see water as far as the eye can see, this time it was like a huge giant had taken a straw and sucked up all the water, maybe leaving some in the bottom. We couldn't see where the water was in the lake. With the level being so low I don't think they will be generating too much electricity from this dam.
We wandered around, cameras in hand, taking in the scene. Neither of us said much. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze blowing and the sun was shining. I was feeling disturbed, disappointed, awed, inspired and sad. The "Tree Graveyard" was really living up to its name.
After a while we got the campsite set up and ready for the night ahead. With the day being clear and no hint of cloud in the sky we knew it was going to be a chilly night ahead. We sat for a while just watching life go by in this desolate place and then the sun was starting to go down and we could see the colours start to intensify over the mountains.
Beautiful pinkish hues, purples, oranges and reds lit the sky. They gave an eerie glow to the landscape. This was the most beautiful I had ever seen here. The scene unfolded slowly giving ample time to get shots. I stood in awe watching it through my viewfinder.
As the light show wound down we headed back to the campsite and got our evening meal ready. I hadn't noticed how cold it was becoming while watching the sun go down, but now I felt it. I couldn't wait for the fire to get going to get warm again.
That night we sat by the fire and watched the stars and chatted. The sky was clear and the night time light show began. I wasn't going to move away from the fire because it was really cold so every now and then I looked away from the fire so my eyes could adjust and I could see the stars properly.
We went to bed and snuggled down into our nice warm sleeping bags. I could feel the cold ground beneath the sleeping bag and it was a little bit uncomfortable. It didn't take long to drop off to sleep though and I slept the whole night.
In the morning there was fog and mist laying low and we couldn't see the edge of the campsite because of it. I opened the fly and it was stiff. There was a heavy frost and it had frozen overnight. We found out later in the day that it had got down to minus three overnight and we weren't surprised everything had a coat of ice that morning.
The lenses of the cameras started to fog up as soon as we turned them on, it still must have been very cold. It took a long time for the billy to boil, but I wasn't really worried about that at the time. My mind and my attention was on this early morning event. The fog added a different dimension to this eerie place. It was something like a movie, one of those horror, mystery movies where something might jump out and grab you and drag you away, never to be seen again.
The sun finally peaked its head over the mountains and the fog began to lift. Drops of melting ice fell from the trees and splashed on the ground. It was going to be another beautiful, sunny day. We packed up and made our way over to Lake St Clair.
When we got there the fog had completely lifted and the sun was shining brightly, it was warming. We made our way down to the lake and watched as some birds flew overhead. It was quiet, although there seemed to be quite a few people around. We had a look at what walks were available in the information hut and decided to do the figure of eight circuit, covering the Watersmeet, Platypus Bay and the Aboriginal trail. Read about these walks here.
They were mostly enjoyable. At one point we were trying to get shots of birds which were flitting around in the trees but there were children running around and screaming and the birds took off.
When we finished the walks we went to Derwent Bridge and got some lunch and headed down to Donaghys Hill to check out the scenery. The walk isn't too long but it is mostly uphill. If you like to get shots of mushrooms this place is good for it. At the lookout you get a three hundred and sixty degree view of the surrounding area. I would recommend that everyone does this walk only if it is a clear day, otherwise you won't see much in the way of the view. You can read more about this walk here.
On the way home I was feeling tired but also exhilarated. The things we had seen this weekend had reinforced why I really love this state and don't want to live anywhere else.
Anna and Margie
the low levels in the Dams mentioned had been drained to the other dams further down streem in the network of dams and canals in ready for the winter falls in the highland catchments and as the highland lakes and dams fill the water is then used to top up the lower lakes and dams hence all dams will be full or near full at the end of our winter, that is why all the dams are linked at various points and levels eg plimsol is linked to makintosh via an underground tunnel with a powerstation inline , and so on till you get to the Reece Dan Powerstation
then it only leaves the ocean to have it's water via the pieman river !:-)
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Posted 13 July 2008 - 02:12 PM
Glad to see you had such a wonderful weekend. Great photos, make you feel like you are there.
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Posted 13 July 2008 - 04:23 PM
Thanks for the info Coop. It will be interestig to see what the lake looks like at the end of winter.
Thanks Paul.
Thanks Paul.
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Posted 14 July 2008 - 01:40 PM
Very interesting read Margie. Great photo-log too, you have some real nice shots in there. Good to hear that this is normal activity and not some drought issue.
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Posted 14 July 2008 - 04:51 PM
Thanks Serrator. I still think drought has got a bit to do with it. I will be very interested to see the water level at the end of winter.
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