Showing posts with label Pine Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pine Valley. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Pine Valley through Narcissus Hut to Echo Point (day 6)

Now that I can see the end of this trip I become sad. Walking the last 9 + 6.5 KM although painful, I want to keep it going and not finish. Stubborn as I usually am, I decide to finish the full trek instead of catching the ferry at the last stop. Guys are dying for burger and beer but I am really craving to stay where I am. After walking through the snake valley I can understand their point of view, they came here to make father-son bond stronger and accomplish the trek together. In some years to come they will come back here to repeat this undertake as a sort of ritual and their tradition. I think it is a respectful and beautiful idea. I wish more parents saw value in accomplishing things together with their children. If you think that this is the end of my surprising journey you are mistaken. As I was soon to learn my decision on continuing on foot brought me in line with my old-time friends. Unexpectedly.




Coming out of The Snake Valley. The Acropolis and The Parthenon on the horizon.
It was ideal weather for making the perfect trek.

Coming up to the Narcissus Hut at Narcissus Bay.

Lake St Clair at Echo Point. Stunning visibility on a crisp and sunny day.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Bert Nichols to Pine Valley (day 5)


Here splits the group of people that has been following each other day after day. There are goodbyes and contact exchanges. Trail brings people together, inevitably. Fighting with your weaknesses and witnessing others struggling too makes you appreciate the company. We are no longer feeling defeated if something goes wrong, we take it naturally, the blisters, the soar feet, the injuries and all the unexpected things that always happen. We also appreciate every accomplished part of the trial and we enjoy every night spend in the shelter with people sharing their mutual struggles. We understand the rules and we obey.
For example, it is an unspoken rule that you do not ask for food or water on a trail. All bushwalkers must carry their own and all the supplies are usually calculated exactly for the effort and time. Only in critical situations you ask others to share their supplies.
 
Cephissus Falls by Pine Valley

My knee was more becoming more painful every day. I was not recovering, getting worse each day. At this stage I decided to join in Steven and his son Mat. I gave up the idea of walking alone and decided to follow their pace. They have been very kind to me since we met at Windermere. At Kia Ora we were sharing same bunk bed and they cooked a breakfast for me (few spoons of porridge – very good energy food before hitting the trail in the morning). Mat was carrying a lot of photo equipment with him.He was a passionate photographer and a very talented one. Both of them they were on a father-son bonding trip and it was nice watching the two of them interact, a really pleasant company. I could not have asked for more.

Cephissus Falls by Pine Valley






Monday, March 5, 2012

Birthday magic continues - Bert Nichols



view from Bert Nichols hut - March 2012
I shared my excitement about the unexpected date on my birthday evening with the guys. Needlessly to mention that I was a bit anxious about going to the Snake’s Point in the dark to meet up with a stranger… But there are always to sides of the story and I prefer looking at the bright side each time. I have never been disappointed taking this approach so far. So comes 22:00 o’clock and I was headed towards the darkness equipped with my headlamp and positive attitude.

The birthday present happened to be ....a home baked cup cake. It wouldn’t be anything unusual if not the fact that we were in the middle of the Tasmanian wilderness and we have met for the first time just few hours before. It was soooo cute.  The most memorable birthday present ever. It tasted damn good after days of eating almost nothing ;).


The sky was clear, the stars and the moon giving enough light to feel comfortable without using our lights. The guy was a charming Ecuadorian, with a nickname “Loco”. There under Tasmanian sky we made a new friendship that was to last long after. We knew our ways will take us apart now. I was taking a side trip to Pine Valley and he was going straight to the Narcissus Hut to catch a ferry.