Walls of Jerusalem to Lake St Clair, Tasmania. Trek.
Day 1 - Walls of Jerusalem to Dixons kingdom hut
Oh well, better do this. I'm off, on up an unrelenting ascent to Herod's Gate. Walking up to Herod's Gate, the rain was blasting out horizontally. It is U shaped, forming an escape route for the winds generating between the 'walls'.
This place is full of biblical names, all referring to the dramatic. refer: Parks, Tasmania "Many of the place names throughout the Walls of Jerusalem National Park are derived from the recommendations of surveyor James Scott, and early enthusiast for the area, Reg Hall. The name, "Walls of Jerusalem" was given on an early roll plan by James Scott in 1849. Reg Hall, continuing the biblical allusion, named various features such as Ephraims Gate, Zions Gate, Herods Gate, Pool of Bethesda, Pool of Siloam, Wailing Wall and The Temple."
I read about the Pool of Bethesda and Pool of Siloam, and was looking forward to the described scenery, and perhaps a swim. None of that was to occur. Inside the walls, the area was engulfed in cloud and the rain was pummeling my face with great fury.
The night moved in quickly, it was pretty well dark anyway in the day. I was miserable and thinking of abandoning the trip, but had no way of contacting my driver and no surety of anyone coming to visit. This place is remote and not often visited. There is a trip intentions book at the start, no-one had visited for the last 2 weeks. Rain usually only lasts a day or so anyway - in Melbourne. Famous last words ...
Tucked up in my new sleeping bag, I was warm and all is good. 10:00pm a rustling. My new Maglite shines up the hut. A possum, and a posse of possum mates were on the hut wall edge reaching out with their arms trying to grab my food bags. You varmints - SHOO! That scared them. Back to sleep.
11-ish, so I reckon. I sense a presence. I roll over. There is a possum right next to me. Trying to open my ruck sack. Cheeky bugger. I swung furiously with my fists, but he managed to grab something. I do not know what, I do not care. Sleep !!
Day 2 - Lake Meston hut.
The rain slowed a bit and I was able to gauge the beauty of where I am. The pencil pines and the watery mist provide an aged olde-worlde theme to the scene. The hut is not out of place.
From the vale, there is a sweeping view of Lake Ball.
Lake Adelaide's track was covered in water, in some areas I was wading waist deep, guessing the location of the track. Luckily the trail hugs the lake, and the way is almost straight so a bearing was not too difficult to maintain. Lake Adelaide is huge and goes on seemingly forever through a variety of spindly trees to thicker scrub to open woodland.
The hut on Lake Meston is a high quality abode built by a fellow by the name of Dick Reed - thank you ! No rats or possums here.
Day 3 - Junction Lake
I had a great night of sleep in this very comfortable hut. I am glad it's here as there really no place to pitch tent and I was rather tired to pitch one any way. It is still raining. pelting it down. I wait around until it subsides.The walk to Junction lake is through close shrub. My new Goretex shell is getting a real workout, fortunately it works well though I am still wet with sweat and through the face area. The lycra leggings have also proven themselves by drying quickly when wet, yet not being a clammy irritation when wet, and surprisingly keeping the chill at bay.
The tracks all the way from the Walls to Junction Hut are at a mixture of highly visible tracks to discreet markings, validated by strategically placed ribbons and my compass. Here the bush was denser, so care had to be taken not to lose the trail.
I am much more refreshed and buoyed by the shorter walk today. Junction lake hut is on a nice grassy area. Junction lake is a small pretty lake nestled in front of a densely shrubbed escarpment.
Perhaps it is called this because it's a kind of no-mans land, a mixture of boggy button grass and river with not much in the way of tracks. On step in I fell into a hole and immediately went in up to my neck in water. The river had broken its shallow banks. The river was in flood. No way was I going to cross it.
Best solution: go to bed and sleep on it.
Day 4 - Never Never on the southern side.
Luck would have it. Another two walkers joined me. They walked in from the Mersey river road via the Moses creek track. I said to them there was no way they were going down the valley into the Never Never. They were in the same boat as me, requiring an exit at Lake St Clair.
We put our heads together and decided to look at the prospect of crossing at the Junction lake exit point. We went down to the lake and found a promising crossing point. The water was fast flowing but the bed firm and level. No rocks, branches or logs to get snagged on. With packs carried on our heads we carefully waded across one at a time.
Day 5 Lake St Clair, out.
The perils of walking came to roost today. A lady had badly sprained an ankle and fractured her shin, twisting on a tree root and falling with here heavy pack. Fortunately she was on the Overland track proper so help as at hand from Parks Tasmania.No rain today. Of course it's my last day. I was planning to walk all the way back via Lake St Clair, but after talking to the ranger at the hut I felt it best to catch the ferry. The walk along the lake apparently is a bog and not really anything special. So I radioed my pick up request, and after a feed and a ponder I was off home.
Cushion plants - hundreds of years old, love them.
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