Tasmanian Trail - Judbury to Geeveston

And so, onwards to the end. Now with the demon of the crossing from the Derwent to the Huon valleys behind us, completion begins to feel vaguely achievable!

The mist has lifted and the Huon at Judbury bridge sparkles as we head out of town and start the day's work in the 'office' on Monday morning. The dormitory traffic started about 6.15 and went for about 45 minutes, and then the locals started again about 7.45.

Cool morning at Judbury. Cool & crsip clear morining. Cool enough that my Reynard's Syndrome triggered and the fingers went white and stiff. This thumbnail sized photo just makes my tent look all the more puny.
Possibly a Tasmanian Crimson Rosella perched high in the tree above our campsite. In Victoria they are Crimson..... Nice to see some live wildlife. One of the saddest aspects of our trip was the amount of the road kill, and its associated terrible stench.
The Huon at Judbury shines in the morning light....
Yep, the sign says this is the right way. Glad we've got the new book. Trail markers are none too frequent hereabouts.
Ride out of Judbury on a not too bad road. Turn left along a rough path. Don't you just hate office work?
Follow the path up the hill. When you reach the plantation turn left and go up! Yup, more Tassie Flat!
Did we mention that sometimes there is the odd rock or two on the trail? Our best ever Tasmanian Trail MTB ride training hint? Practise carrying your bike uphill over rough terrain!
An earlier attempt at the Tasmanian Trail using knobby tyred Penny Farthing bicycles clearly faltered at this point. They must have had spectacular quads though, and what about their calves.....?
Even some of the local cars have difficulty getting to the top of the hills. A motor graveyard along the trail. Human Nature never ceases to amaze. A beautiful location, nice house, solar power, and a junk yard. Wonderful.
I think we now understand why it's called button grass, and have a bit of an idea what a button grass plain might be.
Tarn! Beautiful!
A rare shot of Gary in full flight on the trail. He was always ahead of me.
A resonably steady surface, and sufficiently litle technical ups and downs. Got to go back and ride this bit again some time. A real hoot! Couple of thing to look out for 1) Enraged bull ants, helps if you don't step on the nest. 2) Sadly it ends all to fast.
Some of the most interesting riding of the trail was these shale and sandstone tracks across the button grass plane.
Did anybody mention they log the forrest? And sometimes when they do, they completely remake the roads. Somewhere out the back of Geeveston, in the general vicinty of the Jones River camp the logging machinery towers over the bush.
There used to be a Tasmanian Trail here, and a bridge. The bridge is gone now, and the trail is oficially diverted along the roads through Geeveston! We didn't take any notice and tried to follow the old trail and used the ford where the bridge used to be. We're glad it wasn't raining though.
TT2D5FoundLost.jpg We find the support crew, or they us, just near Jones River camp. Two way radios and car horns closed the last 1 km gap. Isn't technology marvellous. Then off (by bike down the road) to Geeveston for the night!
In Geeveston we discovered that the local council likes to encourage cycling and has built a bike path. Being Tasmanians it seems to be just expected that the kiddies can handle the technical section of the staircase. Note too, the planks at the bottom with their parallel-to-the-path joins - obviously a mere trifle for the accomplished locals. Bike Vic might have a marshall at each end of that section, and signs suggesting 'dismount or death' as the two avaialble options.
TT2D5WoodenWoman.jpg Geeveston has lots of chainsaw sculptures of local figures sacattered along the main street. Fascinating combination of history and art.

Day 5