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Tuesday 5 January 2016

a misty day for an immense view

In the last few days of Dad's holidays we (Ma, Dad, Frankie and I) thought we'd treat ourselves to a lengthier than expected trip up the North West of Tasmania Leven Canyon. Dad had been nagging me to go with him since before my final exams and folios. I had been so busy between then and now that we slowly forgot about our desire to go, but the hankering for a hefty bush walk this week reminded us of the idea.

Over the past few days Tasmania has hit a few days of cooler weather and there were even promises of much needed rain. I thought this could be problematic, but, I decided half way up a bugger of a steep incline, if it had been any hotter I wouldn't have made it home. 







Our little legs, and Fran's even littler ones, worked hard as we ventured up to one lookout, round to another on the other side of the canyon, then down to the canyon floor next to the water and back up again. Our eyes were overwhelmed by the immensity of the hills, trees and sky, struggling to find something on which to focus. 













If your looking for a way to make a bush walk more challenging, take your dog with you. Frannie didn't seem to understand that it wasn't easy keeping myself upright as she ran full speed down every decline, taking me with her.





The otherwise perfectly lovely day was only tarnished by the deep contrast of scenes of destruction within the beautiful landscape. It seems as though logging could single handedly destroy Tasmania's vast beauty. I don't claim to know as much as I should about the effects of logging on Tasmania, past or present, but, the way my Dad reacted to the derelict setting left behind by logging, only meters from the entrance to the canyon path, was enough to wake me up to the continued relevance of the issue. 

So, as well as the joy my little heart felt during today's adventures, a melancholy undertone surfaced in my thoughts on the drive home. The more I can learn about logging in Tasmania, the less anxious I will feel about the issue. So my task now is to investigate further and, furthermore, discover where I fit into the debate.

Anyway, despite all the bad things that happen in the world ever, there is enough beauty in Tasmania alone to give me the hope and happiness to deal with that shit. Hope your holidays have been equally as beautiful and enlightening and full of people you love. 

xxx will write again soon xxx