After meandering back along the Murchison Highway from Queenstown we finally reached the entrance to Cradle Mountain.
Tassie tourism has a well-oiled marketing machine to draw the crowds in to admire the full suite of wilderness attractions, lavish spa accommodation, parking and shuttle bus ground transport, interpretive guides and helicopter sight-seeing options, ranger huts and raised walking platforms, handy rails and rest spots. Build it and they will come. So they did. So did we.
The new visitor's centre was churning the people through and it seemed to have already outgrown its summer holiday capacity. It was lovely though. Perambulating through the bush, on well-marked paths with ample opportunities to enjoy tranquil views, is one of favourite past-times. I'm not about to trek overland in my gaiters, but I do like a hike up a hill.
And down.
and pausing by a boat shed on a lake.
enjoying the perfectly framed scenery.
some native fauna.
and flora.
