Ahhh, what a relief it is to be able to get out and go for a walk! I didn’t realise just how much I look forward to, and need, my weekly walking for my own sanity. Or how disappointing it can be to realise that the three days of perfect weather, that happen to coincide perfectly with my 2.5 days off (that are for once completely free), are no longer my days off.
I’d planned to have a nice relaxing walk in to Lake Rhona, a wander up and round the Denison Range, and back out. It was going to be a nice little contrast from the 6 peaks in 3 days from the weekend before, and boy did I need it. I’d come back after those three days refreshed but physically tired, to a horrible day at work. Not a good start to the week. It only got worse. Our staff of 4 had been cut back to 3 a few months back, and now it was down to 2: me and one other. He had to work his days off, I was hopeful we’d be back to 3 by the weekend, and news was looking good. It wasn’t to be so, and it hit hard.
The weekend went surprisingly smoothly, but it took it’s toll. We were both tired. By Monday, a slightly easier work day, I’d decided I’d make the best of the weather and go and explore an easy mountain, the last of the southeast peaks on the peak baggers list for me. I must have known to save it, it was just what was called for: a quick drive down, short trip across on the ferry, lovely little drive through nice country (must go back one day when I have more time) and then the easiest walk up.
My GPS says I walked 4.5km, and up 200 metres in 1.10 hrs (which included 20 minutes exploring the summit – though the official walk time is supposed to be 1.5 hrs return), but it didn’t feel like it. Maybe because I hadn’t been out, or maybe because last weekend was such a big weekend, I found it quite easy but still got all the usual benefits out of being out in the sun, amongst the trees, away from everything, just plodding along.
I was a tad disappointed with the views from the summit (all websites said ‘spectacular panoramic views’), but that was ok. This one seemed to be more about the walking than the view, interestingly. So after a wander round some of the pads (found the spot the trig used to be, found the trig 20 or so metres away, found a lookout, and checked out the various man made installations) I headed back down and out.
I took a bit more care after planting one foot no more than 10cm away from the tail end of a tiger snake, very grateful that it wasn’t the other end! When I got back to the car, after a short interaction with a ladybird, I headed back, and decided to stop at a few places on the way. I didn’t have time to go anywhere else, but I figured I could at least explore some of those I had to go past anyway.
So I went and had a walk on the beach at Adventure Bay, at a stunning little strip of sand. Warm sand between toes, cool water, fresh sea breeze and rock pools, are other favourite things, besides climbing mountains! Then it was back into the car and on a bit further to the lookout. I ran up the stairs (I think the tourists thought I was nuts) thinking that I should at least FEEL like I’d done some exercise. It was certainly more work than climbing Mangana!
A quick look at the view from the top, and the thought that remote places were much nicer because they weren’t covered in people, and I was running back down (more weird looks) and off on my drive back home. The driving and waiting took a lot longer than the walk, and a full day to explore Bruny would be more ideal, but it was pretty perfect. I’m now physically exhausted (not much sleep), but otherwise refreshed :).