“It’s that if ever I go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard” – Wizard of OZ
Tasmania is the most beautiful state to live in. I’ve been so fortunate this year in being able to explore my own backyard. I’ve always loved Tasmania passionately, but the fire in my heart has been relit with these recent adventures. Tasmania really offers it all, we have the most amazing scenery, nature, fresh local produce, festivals, empty beaches, you name it!
This post will feature photos from my two visits to Mt Field National park. Within two weeks of each other and sporting completely opposite weather. Mt Field is about 1:15 from the city of Hobart. Pretty easy drive, winding roads and beautiful scenery to stop at along the way. My first trip to the national park was with a group of Instagrammers, on an Instameet! I can’t believe I have the opportunity to be part of such an amazing community.
Mt Field National Park at the time were celebrating their 100th year, and also the turning of the fagus! “The deciduous beech Nothofagus Gunii, or fagus, as it is best known, is Australia’s only cold climate winter-deciduous tree. It is found nowhere else in the world except Tasmania. It is said to grow only in the most inhospitable conditions. In autumn, its leaves change from rust red through to brilliant gold.” (Words taken from: http://www.discovertasmania.com.au/about/articles/fagus-tasmanias-deciduous-beech)
My first trip up we stopped at Lake Fenton and had a play with the fagus, and checked out a hut believed to be the home of one of the first park rangers. Unfortunately it was cold and raining so I didn’t get too snap happy as my fingers were freezing off!
Then a few of us headed on to the waterfalls, which were looking pretty dry as up until that day we had received significantly little rain for almost a month. First up was Russell Falls:
Next, we climbed the stairs up to the little Horseshoe Falls above Russell. Unfortunately, due to the minimal rainfall the falls were not flowing in the horseshoe shape. Instead it was a mere trickle down one side.
Later, on the drive home I stopped a few times to take advantage of our gorgeous scenery. There’s so much to see!
After that trip, I was keen to head further up the national park and tackle Tarn Shelf. I heard the circuit was 6 hours, so I rounded up some friends and we went two weeks after the first trip. Boy, did we pick a magnificent day!!
Photos like this prove just how diverse Tasmania’s weather is, but it also shows how astoundingly beautiful it can be too. This day could not have been more perfect. We had clear blue skies the whole day, and the only words I could manage to utter were “it’s just so pretty.” Those words really do not give it any justice.
Getting up to the Tarn was fairly easy, and to go straight back would have made for a pretty cruisy four hour walk.
We decided to soldier on through the wilderness! I think I found the walk the hardest. Possibly being the least fit of the three, and wearing my dad’s hiking boots did not make for an easy journey. But I am so glad we made the trip, and the bruised ankles for days afterwards was well worth it.
Again, I cannot stress how stunningly beautiful this state is – my island home.
Come visit, and discover Tasmania!