Cradle Mountain take two! This morning we left Hobart to take on Cradle Mountain for the second time around for this trip, our plan B. We arrived to the Dove Lake carpark with the perfect amount of time to get changed into more suitable hiking gear to finally take on Mt Campbell (which if you read my previous entry, we were meant to hike on day 1). Pat lead the way along the soft pink and white rocky path until we made it to the perfect viewing spot to watch the sun go down with clear view of Cradle Mountain. After taking some photographs of the stunning view and of ourselves in the gorgeous lighting the sun had made it’s way behind the mountain which meant it was time for us to pack up and head back down the mountain too. Just before we got to pack up our gear Pat decided to bring up “you know how we always have a plan B, well…” (here I am oblivious and agreeing) he got down on one knee and popped the question I had been dying to hear. I had no words except to put my left hand out and tear up. I could not believe what had just happened! We made our way down Mt Campbell with the new ring on one hand and Pat holding the other to assure me that I was safe. Pat and I couldn’t wait to tell our loved ones the great news before making our way to our camp spot for the night. It may seem like a nightmare for some to spend your first night engaged freezing your toosh off, sleeping in a back of a 4×4 and eating delicious canned soup for dinner while trying to be stealth in a carpark but for me it was absolutely the most perfect way to spend it, smiling ear to ear from today’s adventures and for what tomorrow’s adventures shall bring while cuddling up with my love.
One easy way to wake up nice and early, sleep in a vehicle with no insulation and heating a few km’s from Cradle mountain just a week before snow was due to hit.
I couldn’t help but to stay snuggled up in my sleeping bag just a little bit longer today. Thankfully we still made it to Dove Lake carpark to watch the sunrise over the calm lake and mountains.
After a little bit of wandering around we made some classic porridge and tea for breaky before the hike I had been oh so worried about conquering.
We walked around the lake and decided to take the Face Track route. I have never hiked through somewhere so lush before, the most mossy and beautiful trees lined the way. We soon made it to part of the track where you had to use a chain to help pull yourself along and to avoid take a long fall down. The view just kept getting better and better the further we made it up, I couldn’t believe how close I was to the summit and how tiny Dove Lake carpark looked. After a couple hours of hiking Pat made his way up to the summit while I made my way to the Kitchen Hut. Less than 2 hours later Pat had made it up to the summit, made a lengthy call, took some photos and made his way back down to me. I was relieved to see him to know he was safe and to get my body moving again as I was frozen like a ice cube waiting. Pat and I made our way along the Marions Lookout track to see as much of cradle mountain as we could in a short period of time. I was sadden to make it back to the carpark knowing we had to pack up Pablo and make our way to Devonport for our last night in Tasmania. None the less, I was beyond happy to start another new adventure with Pat.