A week on Tasmaniaβs spine: dolerite ridges, myrtle rainforest, buttongrass moorland. The track is straightforward and the huts are sociable, but the terms are clear. Carry your kit and keep moving. Kilometres and weather pare things back. Conversations fall into step. By the last boardwalk, an easy fellowship remains. Less noise. Sharper senses. A clear head.
A week on Tasmaniaβs spine: dolerite ridges, myrtle rainforest, buttongrass moorland. The track is straightforward and the huts are sociable, but the terms are clear. Carry your kit and keep moving. Kilometres and weather pare things back. Conversations fall into step. By the last boardwalk, an easy fellowship remains. Less noise. Sharper senses. A clear head.
