Despite reports that that most of the brilliant autumn colours had already passed, our walking group (Gerwyn and Wayne, Lyn, Caroline, Bob, Barry and Angela, and Kathleen and Philip) headed up to Lake Dobson for a mid-morning start to the walk , hoping to catch some of the remaining colours.
The morning was crystal clear with clear skies, including the magical autumnal light for which Tasmania is renowned. After the initial hike to altitude, the tarns were glowing in the morning sunshine, and the remaining golden fagus was beautifully reflected in the clear morning light.
|Don't look down!|
|Wayne and Gerwyn testing fate|
After a morning tea break at the first tarn, we pressed on for a while before having a lunch stop at the third tarn.
|The last of the fagus|
The Tarn Shelf Circuit is quite a long walk, so while Wayne, Gerwyn, and Bob and Lyn pressed on to Lake Newdegate, the remaining members of our group retraced our steps to Lake Dobson.
|Leaving the Tarn Shelf|
|Interesting find by Kat|
|Temperate rainforest, anyone?|
|The Richea men are coming for us|
|The fagus does the talking|