Lost in the highlands
It was in 1978, after a late night start and very little sleep, that a search party set out on Tasmania's Central Plateau looking for a missing boy...
Read MoreIt was in 1978, after a late night start and very little sleep, that a search party set out on Tasmania's Central Plateau looking for a missing boy...
Read MoreSolitude and reverence for the mountains experienced on a solo walk along the Overland Track in the Spring of 1980 is tinged with a sense that the journey is also a saying farewell to the beloved high country...
Read MoreIt was a grand weekend adventure to climb Mt Anne but, unknown to the climbers, it was to be their last as a group of friends...
Read MoreI remember her then. Checked wool shirt of the kind favored by bushwalkers and outdoor types. Warm wool trousers, dull khaki in colour. Petite wire framed glasses balanced on a delicate nose. Blonde hair tied back I'm bunches. Chunky leather boots. Pack on back...
Read MoreCAUGHT BETWEEN rapacious extractive industry on one hand and the sublime beauty of nature on the other, Tasmania remains a paradox in the Australian political landscape. Now, there’s something else to add to the offshore contradiction that is this southern island state—Launceston’s air.
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We inhabit our own geographies... geographies formed by patterns of movement from home to work, from home to our recreational haunts or to the homes of friends. But geographies remembered and real do not always accord...
Read MoreTasmania, some time in the 1970s. CLAAAANG! Someone slams the car door and the party sets off into the early evening gloom of the rainforest. A short slope leads from the forestry road to the Fish River.
Read MoreTasmania, the late 1970s. UP AND UP. Through a dark, wet forest of towering trees. Along a rough track that never saw the work of a maintenance gang. Squishing through muddy patches, slowing as we climb the steeper sections. All familiar stuff to mountain walkers.
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