Tasmania

The campsites that can be found in and along the Western Arthur Range tend to be fairly limited in their size and maximum capacity. Despite this, hikers are still encouraged to restrict their camping to only the designated campsites in order to limit the impact to the environment and to prevent the formation of other new sites. The campsites can be divided into two general categories - those that have been hardened

We left fairly early that morning, our spirit dampened by the rain. We came upon multiple river crossings every couple of hundred metres until at least the first two kilometres of the trail, before finding ourselves plunging into a complex forest-maze of sorts. The entire area was just a huge tangle of branches, roots, and vines, that completely engulfed the faint path that lead Westwards. As we emerged from the forest

Today was going to be a long day. We had 20 kilometres to cover, a distance that was definitely manageable, but was considered long compared to the average daily distances that we had covered over the previous week. I was already a little weary by then but the fact that the walk was mainly downhill made me feel a lot better about the task up ahead. We started off early and after packing up camp, we made our way

I awoke with a start and realised very quickly that the drumming of the rain had stopped and that a heavy silence had blanketed us. It was still dark outside as it was well before dawn, but since the storm had passed, I decided to crawl out of my sleeping bag to stretch my legs and to get some much needed fresh air. As I emerged from my tent, I was greeted by a sky that was blazing with stars. The storm had moved

It was dawn of the seventh day and breaking camp had become an established routine - a change clothes, coffee, a visit the privy, and some breakfast, before replenishing my water supply and packing my bag. Once I was ready to set off, I made my way along the trail and continued up the hill for approximately 100 metres eastwards towards the viewpoint that was located on the saddle. I turned left here to continue

We set off from High Moor at 10:00 that day, very glad that the storm had finally subsided. After clearing camp, we walked south-eastwards along the wooden walkway, past the toilet, and began the short climb onto the ridge above us. When we reached the top, we were greeted by spectacular views of the lakes as the ridge ran above and between the two lakes of Lake Saturn and Lake Ganymede, with the