Arriving at Mt Cameron West

After every 100 metres it was clear there was still hundreds of metres to go. It was as if my critical faculties of measurement and distance had failed.  Reaching the beach end was not concerning rather it was the knowing I had to walk back.  There was no public vehicle access to the beach so if I couldn’t go on for health reasons there was no way I could be assisted.  Knowing I would have to walk the distance regardless of whether my hips, knees and feet wanted to continue, was foremost in my mind; but I was determined to do it. Of course, at the rate of one step at a time, every length can be walked.  20171225_115506.jpgEventually the northern end of the beach was under my feet. 20171225_115935.jpgRocky volcanic rocks edged the crescent leading out to the point, and a massive scree cascaded down the side of the mountain.    20171225_125507.jpg

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20171225_115830.jpgA slight indication of a track encouraged us to walk up into the dunes, where we found the remnants of a 4WD track and lay down on its edge for protection from the wind.  End beach and track into dunes.JPG

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20171225_115903.jpgWhile we munched our picnic lunch and swatted the occasional heavy resting ‘March fly’, having the mountain with its cairn marking the top at my back was somehow reassuring, comfortable.  We snoozed for a while.  After waking, I walked along the track until reaching a T junction at the bottom of the mountain; to the left and heading towards the sea was a track that seemed as if it would extend to the bottom of the scree slope. 20171225_115919.jpgMy only regret for the day was that I didn’t have the legs for more walking and exploration once I was at Mt Cameron West. Somehow, failing to explore made the walk along the beach seem a little pointless. I realise I had learned a lot during the walk, the smooth easy walking surface was incredibly pleasant, and I had loved the purity of the environment  – but I was sad that I did not have the energy reserves to discover any mysteries around the base of Mt Cameron West (I remembered that the aboriginal community did not want people to climb).  I would strongly recommend all visitors to Marrawah walk this way to recharge their spirit, to raise their level of personal confidence, and to understand more completely why such environments need protection from development or ‘progress’.  The peace and calm of a long Tasmanian beach is like none other.

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