Day 16 - Sat 11th
Well we were getting restless again so we drove back to Cradle Mountain.
Had some food next to Dove Lake then set off. Climbed Hansen's Peak,
past the twisted lakes to the Scott-Kilvert Hut where we stayed the night.
Now when we approached huts at the Wall of Jerusalem, one we couldn't
find, one was two walls and a few bits of charcoal and one you weren't
allowed to sleep in. The Scott-Kilvert hut to us was luxury. I had a
toilet nearby, it was two story and had benches and a wood stove if it
got really cold. It sleeps about 30 people. We thought this was amazing.
But then talking to the other people who had just come in from the overland
track this hut was apparently a dump compared to some of the others.
It sort of takes the fun out of the whole experience.
Met up with a few other people at the hut. Went for a walk with Richard
along the lake (knee deep in leaches) and played some 500 with Michael.
Also at one point this Japanese guy stumbles in and speaking very little
English informs us that he is lost as has no gear. He is in t-shirt and
shorts with no food or water. It was pretty luck for Akira that Jules
speaks Japanese and we sorted him out with some food and bedding for
the night.
Day 17 - Sun 12th
Yet another early start and we backtracked a little to the emergency
hut and then west up the face track to the Kitchen hut. Then we dumped
out bags and ran up the mountain. Cradle mountain was spectacular as
usual with little bits of snow in some shadows. Because we had heard
various stories of clever animals and Julies zip kept coming undone
she had locked her pack. Then just as we got to the
top of the mountain she released that she no longer
had her keys. Bummer. That includes the car keys. The only set. And we
had one more night planned here before we had to be on the boat back
to Melbourne.
So a little depressed we cooked some lunch which tasted absolutely
terrible - we later realised that there must have been some metho leaking
somewhere. Then surprise surprise Jules found her keys inside her pack
and so with much rejoicing we set out again.
We followed the start of the overland track up to the Waterfall hut.
As expected this was a pretty full on complex. It consisted of a couple
buildings were you could sleep if you got a bed set aside early. Toilet
blocks. A helicopter pad. It had a volunteer ranger stationed there.
And there was also a tent city outside. We decided to tent it and staked
out our little area and set up.
But as it turned out this night we should have stayed in the huts.
The wind howled all night turning the tent inside out and slapping you
just when you would finally get to sleep.
Day 18 - Mon 13th
After a less than perfect last night in Tasmania, we had a less than
perfect day trudging back to Dove Lake in freezing wind. All the normal
exuberance drained away and all the sore spots decided now was a good
time to speak up.
Eventually we got back to the car, dumped the gear and drove off
to Devonport to jump on the boat home.
Hot showers, a bed and a nice drug induced sleep were just what
we needed.
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