The Disappeared Tarn…
The Disappearing Tarn is a fickle little tarn that appears on the mountain (Mount Wellington) every so often. After really heavy rains or a big snow melt, the bouldery depression fills up with crystal clear blue waters, and lasts for…
Western wilderness wandering
Not a huge amount of wandering on our last trip up the west coast. There was a bit, as much as can be possible at times with small children and not so small children. This time we really had no…
Fungi season is here…
Mind you, I have been so caught up with uni and trying to pass and learn all the things that I have hardly had anytime to go and crawl around with the leeches and see what I can see. I…
Growling Swallet
Growling Swallet is one of the deepest cave systems in Tasmania at about 360m, coming in a close second from Niggly caves which just wins with 375m. It is part of the Florentine-Junee karst area and it pretty damn spectacular. As…
Three months later…
I always have the best intentions to keep posting regularly and updating parts of the site, but something always slides. I blame summer. I am not a fan of summer, and the sun and the hotness. I react to summer…
The panther of Mount Wellington…
… and his friend the mountain lion. This afternoon I decided to take a leisurely stroll up behind the Chalet on Mount Wellington, to see what I could see. I wasn’t after anything in particular, just a general wander to…
Orchids, the latest obsession…
Fungi season finished a while ago, which was sad. Not massively sad to the point of sinking into a pit of depression, but sad enough. I think a big part of the sad is also that being the end of fungi…
Naturising with Naturalists
It won’t come as a surprise to you, that the other day I finally joined the Tasmanian Field Naturalists. I had been meaning to for a while, but it was one of those things I kept forgetting to do, which…
Styx with Boots and Beams
I totally love the world. The world where there aren’t people. Not that I don’t like people, people are good value and can be highly entertaining at times, but I really really really love the world where plants and bugs…
Two Huts and an Ice Skating Rink
Last week myself and a couple of buddies, who for the purpose of conformity across this post shall remain nameless, went off on our first Hut Hunting expedition on a mountain close to Hobart, which shall also remain nameless. No…