Day 4 – Forest Camp to Melaleuca
Walking difficulty: Medium
Date walked: 14 March 2012
My parents were flying into Melaleuca, so we decided to make the jump and stay the night in one of Melaleuca’s cabins.
In order to do so, we got up early.
The walk to Farrell Point is about 6km away through undulating lands. The walking was easy and only took a couple of hours. There are a few hills to walk up and down, but the views are magnificent. There’s a side trip here you can do if you want (we didn’t do it, but it’s on some of the maps).
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Day 3 – Watershed Camp to Forest Camp
Distance: 22.4 km
Walking difficulty: Hard
Mud: Less than yesterday
Date walked: 13 March 2012
We were happy to leave Watershed Camp. Up around 7am. Gone by 8:05am.
Looking at the map, we figured we wanted to skip Spring River and get to the unofficial Forest Camp. It turned out to be a good decision. While the distance is a bit longer, Spring River is a big of an odd place. It sounds lovely, and you picture something similar to yesterday’s Crossing River. In reality however, it’s a bit icky.
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Day 2 – Junction Creek to Watershed Camp
Distance: 21.3 km
Walking difficulty: Hard
Mud: A metric f**kton
Date walked: 12 March 2012
The rain stopped overnight, and when we got up, the ground was quite dry. It was a positive start to the day. Junction Creek to Watershed Camp is quite a long jump. Ideally, with more time, it’d be great to stop and sleep at Crossing River.
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Day 1 – Scott’s Peak Dam to Junction Creek
Walking difficulty: Easy
Date walked: 11 March 2012
When I saw a man at Hobart airport with a backpack, I asked him where’d he’d just been bushwalking.
I’d just arrived off a flight from Melbourne, with the aim of starting the Port Davey track in Tasmania’s Southwest National Park the very next day.
“I just finished the South Coast track mate,” he said. “Bloody beautiful down there. The weather was perfect.” I asked him if he saw many people on the track. “Not a single person once we left the plane. Had it to ourselves. Make sure you check out Louisa Bay,” he added.
“Where are you off to?” he asked me. I told him my friend Dash and I were also heading down south. Then I added weren’t just doing the South Coast track, we’d decided to add Port Davey into the mix.
“You’re a bloody masochist to be doing both,” he cheerfully replied. “South Coast was tough work, and you’re adding another week to it.”
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