Lake St Clair

We moved a little further west to get away from the crowds leaving Hobart for the long weekend and headed for Derwent Bridge and the big drawcard of Lake St Clair.

First impressions are "WTF?" as the whole attitude is different to Mt Field. Given that these are bth national parks you'd expect that things would be similar, but not to be. Mt Field had caring and courteous staff and a great atmosphere and only charged $20 a night while Lake St Clair seems to want to turn a big profit out of everyone, charging $35 a night to camp there, plus a dollar for a shower, plus, plus, plus . . . . .  And then when you get to the site assigned to you you find that it is not much bigger than a supermarket parking spot and you are wedged in with dozens of others.

Rarely have I felt so much like I have been bent over a desk and violated as I have with this place.

The park itself is the saving grace as it is typically Tasmanian and beautiful.

On the way there we passed a place called "The Wall". Nothing to do with Pink Floyd (I was disappointed), but instead it is the work of a sculptor who is carving the history of Tasmania on Huon Pine panels and his work is truly remarkable. This is highly recommended.

We were not allowed to take photos inside, but this is an example of his work (although this time in steel) outside.

So while we have been here we have done some of the walks and I am currently stiffening up after completing an 11km walk through some pretty dense bush. Images below:

So, after three nights here we will be moving on to Strahan tomorrow.