I've been to the remote Western Arthurs Range in south west Tasmania three times over the past 18 months. The first of these trips was in mid-winter. According to the log book at the beginning of the walk, no-one else had been on the range for the previous month. There is a five hour walk (four in summer, due to less mud) to the base of the range and then another couple of hours up a steep moraine ridge to the top. Many walkers then spend the next week walking the twenty or so kilometres to the other end of the rugged range. I prefer to spend most of my time on the western end of the range, making a base camp and then exploring the intricate details of the terrain. There are so many dramatic peaks, alpine meadows and glacial lakes that I never get tired of returning. I feel quite at home there.
This photograph was taken close to Mt Hayes. It encapsulates the mythical qualities of the landscape that are so apparent as I spend time alone in these remote regions.
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