To journey into the mountains is experience the freedom of the hills. That is so even when winter’s snow carpets the ground in its bright, glare whiteness…
Tasmania, 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.