A wonderful few days, Sunday turned into a spectacular day and the Launceston rabble had come down for the rally the day before and now were keen for some Mt Wellington fun

view from the climb
The view from the climb
We took an easy classic route – Pegasus Direct (14) on Northern Buttress, while the others took more gusty routes to the left and right of ours. Despite being easy, it was one of the most enjoyable climbs I’ve done, it meant that instead of freaking out about where you are going to place your next piece before your arms give out, you could wedge yourself in and check out the view. Which is just wonderful – really there is nothing better than this – a beautiful day out on a mountain with mates. The only downside was that on returning home I discovered I had lost a black alien, which made it an expensive day out.

The next day was my last full day in Tasmania and Mount Anne was beckoning. Damned if I’d leave without getting her finally. (A quick recap. Attempt 1 was in the middle of winter and I hit ice on the gravel road coming down and crashed the car. Attempt 2 was an attempt at the full circuit in the middle of winter. Due to the shorter days, lousy weather I got benighted on the Eliza plateau, spent a cold night there and bailed the next day)
It was a little dodgy to start with as I had gone up Mt Wellington first to look for my Alien (which I didn’t find) but cleared up as I started my way up Eliza and was perfect as I summited. The pictures don’t quite do it justice. Scrabbling over endless scree, knees protesting, I often wonder why the heck I do this sort of thing – its expensive, dangerous and painful, but the feeling of getting to the top is just unmatched. For a few precious moments, the wind stopped completely and I was in alone in silence, on top of the world (or at least, that part of it).

I met an inspiring German couple Torsin and Mattina, who had travelled over 23000km around Australia, starting in Melbourne, up to Darwin, then down the west coast and south coast and now to Tasmania. Next was a drive up the interior to Qld and down the east coast to Melb. They had no timetable, and were 411 days away and counting. I hope when I retire I have the energy and sense of adventure to do something like that!

On the long drive back, you could see the fires near Maydena which had multiplied and spread from when I saw them from the summit casting an eery glow in to the night sky.