Cocktails on Ben Lomond

Some things in 2016 were just meant to happen. Perhaps Brexit and Trump are the logical expression of rising inequality and anxiety about neoliberalism and globalisation? And perhaps the universe had plans to correct our absence from the ANU Mountaineering Club’s annual Cocktails on the Castle event by encouraging us to host our own in…

Mt Anne Circuit

  My first attempt at Mt Anne back in undergraduate days left much business unfinished. Not only did I manage to crash a friend’s borrowed car into the embankment, but I didn’t even manage to successfully write it off (indeed, he had to finish it off himself several weeks later, an icy road delivering what…

Snippets of Stories: Glimpses of the Overland Track

There is a vast literature on Tasmania’s famous Overland Track. Too vast, in fact. So, instead of reading it all, here are some quotes from a selection of historical sources, advice from media guides, and amusing anecdotes from blogs. These have been put with a few of my photographs comparing summer and winter conditions of…

On Preparations and Last Minute Snowstorms

Preparing a hike by grabbing a drink bottle and a muesli bar and walking out of the house has certain advantages over arduous preparations. It takes advantage of the current weather, for instance. It means accepting the available resources, rather than painstakingly weighing up (often literally) possible items of gear or nutrients. And it quite…

Poems of The Overland Track

The Overland Track in Tasmania is considered internationally as one of the greatest walks in the world – a trek that meanders through the mountains and lakes at the heart of the island, variously shrouded in fog or snow, or bathed in wildflowers and buttongrass. Over ten days in February this year, my mother, brother…

A Winter’s Tale of Tasmania

I am not a Tasmanian. Yet in spite of this, the southern isle always feels like home to me, and flying into Hobart a week after the winter solstice was no different. The quarantine beagle nosing items on the baggage carousel felt like a familiar friend, and – as I discovered to my amusement some…