When it looked to me that we were half way along the beach, I suggested to Jeanette we had maybe 4 km still to go because we had been walking, albeit slowly with our investigations and photography, for over an hour. ‘No’, she said, ‘it is only about another kilometre’. It was further. Much further. A great deal further. Later a local told us the beach was nearly 4 miles not 4 km long. So in total, counting the distance of the curves we walked and our explorations up and down the beach to dune and water edges, the total distance we covered for the day was probably 13-14 kilometres.
And on we walked and on and on. Mt Cameron West grew in size but oh so slowly. I think Jeanette would have been happy to turn around, but I was determined to reach the mountain on its southern side, and I am grateful that she continued with me.
The closer we came to Mt Cameron West, the more our cottage and Green Point to the south, disappeared from view.
Despite my headache, my sore throat and my asthmatic cough, I was elated with my persistence and I remained in perpetual awe of the spectacular environment. Luminous. Shimmering. Raw. Wild. Pure. Perpetually filling me with wonder.
1: I looked closely at the textured sand shown in the photos below.
The holes were either home to a beach critter, or their entrance into a food pantry. I am not sure what the tiny insect was that I noted going in and out. Was it a biting midge, or a sand fly? I doubt that because the insect did not seem to have wings; it looked like a solid tiny dusty dark grey/brown body moving around. Was it some sort of beetle; one without a distinctive head and with legs hidden beneath its carapace? I know when I took the photos, some were visible (they were moving) but I cannot see them now (in a still image). Great camouflage. Whatever they were, I suspect the reason for their presence was to enjoy the food being supplied by the decaying seaweed that was partially buried in the sand.
The Insects of Tasmania site provides information about Water Beetles and shows a photo of one found at Sisters Creek beach (located on the north west coast of Tasmania not so far from where we were). Perhaps what I saw was a type of Water Beetle.
2: What caused the circles smoothed around grasses at the dune edge?
We only saw this phenomenon in one location close to the northern end of the beach. In the first photo above there are, what seem to be from the distance, animal tracks crossing near the smoothed grass. However, there were no marks of any animal or bird leading up to or away from the smoothed circles. The grass wasn’t sufficiently long to have been dragged by the wind across the sand in any sort of sweeping motion to explain the smoothed areas. Within aboriginal groups around Darwin there is a traditional burial practice which requires the surrounding area to be smoothed so that the arrival of evil spirits can be detected. Even though Tasmanian aborigines would have walked this beach and the dunes for thousands of years, this smoothing I saw had to be temporary. With rain or strong winds, the sand would eventually return to its rippled format.
I continue to be puzzled. I cannot come up with a rational explanation. Why the smoothing? Why in that particular spot and not elsewhere along the beach? How was the sand smoothed, and by what process? Which insect, bird or animal was responsible? When was it done? What was the benefit arising from the process?
Elsewhere, the grass and the sandy dune usually looked something like the following:
I woke with knives in my throat. No, not literally. The virus or infection which I had been incubating broke with a vengeance. I felt terrible. But there was a carefully planned itinerary to follow and I was not going to be thwarted. Jeanette and I prepared a salad picnic, then set off to walk from our cottage to Mt Cameron West along Marrawah Beach. I started the walk believing it would be a 4 km walk to the end of the beach, and 8 km return – I had read that somewhere. How hard can it be? I didn’t even consider that being unwell should make a difference; I was going to walk to Mt Cameron West and I couldn’t conceive of alternatives.The day was stunningly beautiful with a blue umbrella overhead, and the waves sparkled as they constantly found the shore. Once on the beach I felt fresh and new. And if I didn’t talk then I didn’t cough – too much, too often. Thankfully the world of the beach and sea and its birds and edging sand dunes seemed omnipresent so that, mostly, I was distracted from my state of health. And I delighted in the tracks of birds and other markers in the sand.
At shore level, Mt Cameron West appeared to be a lot further than 4 km along the beach. The reflections of sky in the water covered sand, as waves receded, created an extraordinary pearlescence.The tide was out so the beach was wide. Apart from my travel buddy and I, the expanse was people-less. What good fortune.Deep and penetrating vegetation coated the sand dunes, offering them protection from the effects of wind.
The vegetation was dense and helped me to understand the difficulty of making tracks and walking through this land. I can appreciate the practicality of why the indigenous peoples created set tracks to move around, as did the settlers in the 19th century.
At the end of the afternoon following our walk on the beach to the northern side Mt Cameron West and our visit to Dismal Swamp, Jeanette went for a walk down to the sea. A sea mist almost obliterated Mt Cameron West and the changing atmosphere added drama to the fresh wildness of the ocean.
She was enthralled by the water-worn rock patterns.
Her random photos of seaweed and other flotsam and jetsam, is different from but, reminds me of Fred Williams paintings of the You Yangs where the details of the landscape are bits and pieces. They also remind me of the no-meaning scattered look of some Jean Miro paintings. Very beautiful.
I was surprised to discover a number of works of art by Tasmanian artists, that were related to the concept of the sinkhole or forest, had been inserted into the landscape amongst the trees. Most works blended so well that you could be forgiven for not seeing them.
An obvious example was the metal ‘vines’.
After my experience on Mt Donaldson and around Corinna in the southern Tarkine earlier in the year, I could recognise the burrows of the native Burrowing Crayfish. One artist, Yvonne Rees created large crayfish and these were highly visible.
If my memory serves me, the black and white constructed cow was the work of Bob Jenyns.
I don’t recall the artist’s name but I do remember looking into the bush and taking a while to realise that what I thought were tree trunks and branches, were artfully placed sinuous wooden pieces that suggested slim line people moving through the bush.One artist urged us to ‘feel the spirit’. I did.On its own platform a viewing chair was set to encourage visitors to sit and meditate as they stared at, listened to and/or smelt the surrounding native forest.The following panel suggested there might be something in the bush but I could not see it; perhaps the drawing in the circular panel was the work of art.As interesting and unexpected as it was to see works of art enmeshed in the forest, it was the natural ‘art’ of the forest which I found most engaging; the lichens which seemed to be painted onto the tree trunks and the textures of tree trunks.