We got a 9:15am start
where Luca and I finally managed to finish packing before Emma and
weather was warming up quickly so we wanted to get to the car as soon as
possible. Also we had had enough crackers and salami/peanut butter,
so we wanted to but lunch on the way back to Hobart.
track from Two Mile Creek to Junction Creek was a bit muddier than earlier
sections of McKay’s track, with longer muddy sections surrounding Junction
Creek and another creek that we crossed over. However
we reached Junction Creek with much relief at 10:15am.
met a couple who were about to commence a long trip over the Western
Arthurs, with plans to return after New Year’s Eve. The
man was wearing sneakers and socks, pulled up to his knees, so we thought
it may be an interesting walk for him given all the mud
- for his sake I hope the weather remains dry!
The track to Scott’s Peak
did not hold much excitement to Luca and I with most interest coming from
how much dryer the mud was compared to the way in and our earlier trip. We
made our way along in the hot weather with few incidents. We stopped about
half way along the track, at what had become our traditional stopping place,
with relief and excitement at the short distance remaining, and also
knowing that the worst of the mud was close to over. We
finished off our last “fun size” chocolate bars and muesli bar, and also
ate some hard jubes as we were pretty low on energy at this point,
given we had not eaten since breakfast, some 3 hours earlier.
Luca had by this stage used
up his 4gb memory card, and only had a few pictures remaining on the 256mb
card he took out of his GPS, so was not stopping for many pictures either,
giving me less time to rest. Some time
after our break we started seeing some familiar signs
indicating that the track was nearly
over, the two tin plate signs, the root rot sign, board walk! Then
we reached the last bit of forest before the car, then the road, then the
car! It was just after 1pm.
I signed off the walk,
then we made our way to the car and started pulling out
some relatively clean clothes to change into.
greatest feeling was taking off my hiking boots, which needed a bit of an
airing after the water that got in when I fell in the creek. At
close to 2pm the four of us headed off to Hobart,
looking forward to buying a hot lunch, carbonated drinks and all the other
things of which we thought we had been deprived.
The Western Arthurs was an
excellent walk, challenging
and extremely scenic and has left a high bar for the Eastern Arthurs to
compete with in a week’s time.