What I've learnt after four years of University

I failed at hiking the Larapinta Trail, this is what I'd do differently

A new direction: Gatsby to NextJS, nested comments and various improvements. 

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A Bench With A View

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The Overland Track

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Exploring San Francisco

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Nina Peak looking towards Little Ramsey Bay and Banksia Bay

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Blacksand Beach looking towards Ramsey bay - the start point of the trail.

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The Thorsborne Trail

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Descending the cliffs of Cape Huay, Tasman National Park

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Road Tripping Tasmania

The Kumano Kodo

For over a thousand years, people from every level of society, from emperors to peasants, have made this pilgrimage out of faith and a desire for purification. Another core guiding belief is that by making a pilgrimage to Kumano, one could entrust their happiness in the afterlife to those higher up. As such, Kumano is thought of as the dwelling place of the gods. 

Whatever the reasons for one’s journey, the ancient paths through Kumano’s mountains, steeped in a sense of the supernatural, were unique, beautiful and a place for quiet reflection away from the busyness of modern life.

If your first image of Japan is the urban concrete jungle of Tokyo, it is difficult to imagine the pristine ceder pine forests of Kumano, littered with rivers and waterways, ancient shrines and quiet guesthouses in little Onsen villages.

Each night I would stay with a Japanese host, and despite the language barrier, took hospitality and hosting of foreigners very seriously. I consider myself lucky to have experienced a slice of Japan that not many foreigners see. To walk and wander across the ancient lands of Kumano, to follow in the footsteps of those hundreds of years before me, and to arrive at the end of the pilgrimage five days later, and be able to say, I walked the Kumano Kodo.  

In October 2026, I walked the Nakahechi route of the Kumano Kodo, a five-day trek through the mountains of the Kii Peninsula in Japan. 

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Oyunohara Torii shrine gate. The tallest in the world (33.9 meters) and signifies the divison of the secular and the spiritual worlds. 

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The Dwelling of the Gods

# About & General Notes

This is Australia's hardest trail. Hands down, no exception nor debates. You might see the photos of the picturesque Lake Oberon and think this is a walk in the park. I can assure you, it is not. At times, the trail is a scramble rather than a hike. At times, a misstep could result in death. I would highly suggest you need a handful of multiday hikes under your belt before you consider this.

My 2c on the topics that always come up about this trail: 
- Buy [Chapman's South West Tasmania](https://www.wildearth.com.au/buy/books-south-west-tasmania/Books-SouthWTas). It's essentially the source of truth for notes and maps. Photograph, laminate and take copies.
- Take rope if you don't have experience scrambling. Pulling the packs up from Oberon and down the Tilted Chasm was required. A handful of other sections required packs to be passed down (no rope).
- Warm spells of weather increase the probability of the water soak drying up at High Moor. Be prepared to carry extra water to get you through to Haven Lake. 
- Water is generally not available between campsites in the ranges. Aim to carry 2-3 liters or more. Plenty of water sources on the plains, so the amount carried will be less. 
- An extra days food doesn't hurt in the event of bad weather. 
- You must be prepared for all 4 seasons. Good rain gear, thermals, tent and sleeping bag are essential for the Arthurs.
- Don't go beyond Lake Oberon on your own. It would be reckless and dangerous given the step-up in difficulty from this point onwards. Plenty of people hike to Oberon, then back. People *say* that the descent to Oberon is the acid test for what's to come. Any freak out, turn around and go home.
- The [W&EAT facebook group](https://www.facebook.com/groups/1596353140411912/). A good source of information, but be wary of what you read. Some may inadvertently undersell the difficulty of this hike and with all hiking groups its a bit of an echo chamber.
- I haven't tried hitchhiking in Tasmania, but I know people do and have done it to Scotts Peak but I wouldn't bother. Work an extra day, don't be stingy and spend money on transport for this hike. You'll be grateful for a speedy shuttle to Hobart after you're done. Trust me!

And the obvious:
- Register [yourself](https://registrations.parks.tas.gov.au/Walk/Details/14), purchase a [Parks Pass](https://passes.parks.tas.gov.au/) and make sure to Leave No Trace.
- Take plenty of photos and relish your time traversing along the most spectacular mountain range down under. 

# 28/12 | Day 5 – An exposed march across the plains

- Kappa Moraine Base to Junction Creek
- 23km
- 8 hours

Getting ahead of the weather, camp was quickly packed up and we made a beeline for 7-mile creek. 7 mile creek has a few campsites either side of the creek, but crossing in high water can be difficult. 7-mile creek is a connector campsite between Junction Creek and Cracroft Crossing, which leads to the Eastern Arthurs. You can also take the Kappa Moraine Junction track and camp at Promontory Lake before beginning the Eastern Arthurs too. Quickly pushing through the first two kilometers to the creek, the rain and wind started to set in. We crossed the creek in bare feet, keen to keep our boots dry for as long as possible. But for now, the march across the Arthur Plains to Junction Creek began along the overgrown and eroded McKays Track. Not much to report here, except slogging through button grass. It was tiring and it'd been a mammoth trip until that point. The wind and rain picked up significantly. About 5km out from Junction Creek, the full belly of the beast unleashed.

100 km/h winds turning the rain into horizontal bullets pounded the group on the track, rendering us immobile. I turned to face the rain at one point, and it genuinely hurt. The only thing keeping us from being swept away were the trekking poles firmly lodged in the muddy marsh. After 15 minutes, the wind died down – we could walk again. What an incredible event.

My rain gear had soaked through. It’d also been ripped extensively on the ascent of Alpha Moraine, and the rain had soaked through all my layers. Running low on energy, still recovering from the herculean 15-hour day before, it was a slow trek into Junction Creek, where we arrived soaked, shivering, and longing to be out of the elements. Almost selfishly, I pushed on ahead of the group. Keen to get the final 7km from Junction Creek to Huon Campground done as quick as possible.

I didn’t care about the mud bogs. I walked straight through, marching towards the finish line. Genuinely I wanted to be done, to never do this track again, to be dry and have a hot meal. The events of the last few days had pushed me to the limits. Physically and mentally.

The last forest of the trip appeared, and I descended the final short slope that led to the car park.

I had made it. The Western Arthurs Traverse complete. And thank God for that. I said goodbye to Craig and Royston and the other members of the group, as they had arranged a lift to a nearby town. I meandered up the dirt track to Huon Campground, where I set up the tent for the final night.

I was back in Hobart the following morning thanks to an early shuttle pick up. Back in civilization, warm, dry and still couldn't believe it was over. What a trip.

Looking back already (a few weeks after coming home), there is something deep down thats keen to experience the Arthurs again. A sense of adventure and difficulty that I've struggled to find in my 22 years of existence. Who knows what that will be?

Thanks for reading.


# 26/12 | Day 4 - Hell and Haven on the Range

- High Moor to Kappa Moraine Base
- 8.7km
- 15 hours

I rose early at High Moor to catch the sunrise and make a start on the day with the other hikers. The air already had a hint of warmth and I knew it was going to be a long day. I made the poor choice of only drinking a few gulps of water before leaving camp, with two liters water on me. In hindsight, I would have had at least a liter of water before setting off - there is no water between campsites when you're high up on the range. 

I was the first awake and packed up, so I spurred on ahead, leading in front over what promised to be one of the most difficult sections of the trip – the Beggary Bumps.

Things didn't go to plan though. Descending the first steep gully from High Moor, I missed the cairn and continued to the bottom of the gully, with everyone following me. It was steep and exposed.

I found someone’s water bottle which reaffirmed in my mind that this indeed was the trail. But there was no trail to be seen, the scrub went down the banks towards Lake Ganymede. Six of us, stuck at the bottom of a gully, not sure where to go. After trying to find the trail by weaving through thick, mossy and slippery mud, another member of our group shouted at us, saying we’d missed the cairn for the turn off, and had gone way further down the gully.

This was problematic – in order to get back up the gully, we had to push the bags up, as it was too steep, slippery and wet. By the time everyone had their bags on, and on the trail, we’d burnt at least an hour. Which was a lot, considering the day we had planned. This would cost us the final hour of light to push to the campsite.

The track eventually led to the Beggary Bumps. This was a section of exposed, steep rocky outcrops that you must go over, around, up and down. Nestled between the bumps, the infamous tilted chasm (the unfortunately blurry photo below). A good 30-40 meter nearly vertical chasm that descends to a ridge before the next bump known as Lovers Leap.

Eager to avoid an accident, we lowered the packs down using spare rope provided by Craig. Before slowly moving down like a crab, which came to be one of the more popular methods of descending.

I had pretty much run out of water at this point. The taste of electrolytes made me drink faster as I was yearning for the fizzy, fruity elixir of life. The remaining beggary bumps were a full-body workout. Narrow trails, thick scrub, big drops – this was difficult, especially in the heat. Being nestled in the scrub only amplified the heat. Sections of the trail so steep I was holding onto tree branches and swinging down to ledges. 

Eventually, the bumps ended, and the trail contoured along a ridge to Mt Taurus. But I was seriously dehydrated and was having thoughts about quitting and was close to breaking down on the climb up Mt Taurus. I felt like I couldn’t do it, it was just too much. The heat, the climbing, no water, the exposure - damn it was difficult. But there was no way out, no one coming to save us - we had to make it to Haven Lake and I could not jeopardize the trip, especially walking with others. My thoughts of water and dehydration unfortunately impeded upon my ability to soak in the surroundings with the entire Beggary Bumps section becoming a bit of a blur.

I tried to take a piss and had to do a double take to check I wasn’t urinating blood; it was *that* amber. I was having pain in my lower abdomen, everything was burning and hurting. This was the worst physical state I’ve been in. 

Slowly, careful of not becoming a heat casualty, I made my way down Mt Taurus and was well behind the other hikers, before arriving at the final obstacle before Haven Lake. A cliff, with a slit down the middle that required you to crab walk/hold down. One foot down, then the other, then the hands and so on. Its difficult to explain, and technically it isn’t difficult. But in the current state of exhaustion and dehydration, it was tough. Lowering the pack was the only option.

I rolled into Haven Lake, near absolute physical exhaustion and drank from the cool alpine lake. The feeling of drinking water after being really dehydrated is the best feeling ever. Nothing can beat it. After sculling water, cold chocolate powder, electrolytes, I stripped off and had a swim. The most rejuvenating thing ever. I was saved, I felt. But we still had 6+ more hours of walking. 

The weather forecast for the next day (28/12) was bad. 100km/h winds starting in the morning with heavy rain. 

Eager not to be caught descending the range in severe wind and rain, the decision was made to walk to Lake Sirona to check out the campsite. If there were spots to camp, that weren’t exposed, we’d go for it.

Putting the pack on after a swim was hard. I was in relaxation mode, but the job was far from over. Slowly climbing up and along the ridge to Lake Sirona, there was a technical descent to the Lake. One poorly marked, full of loose rocks, and damn dangerous.

Lake Sirona was not good. A beautiful lake but exposed to the elements. We could not stay there. Not with the incoming weather. Our decision was reaffirmed when a small thunderstorm broke out along the Eastern Arthurs. Sitting back from the Western Arthurs looking over thinking, “yep, its time to get out of here”. 

Slogging across the ridge to Mount Scorpio, we bypassed the summit and began the descent down Kappa Moraine. It was getting late at this point. 

The narrow descent down Kappa Moraine provided me with one of my favorite views of the trip. The vast expanse of the Arthur Plains with the beginnings of the Eastern Arthurs to the right. Promontory Lake and the West Portal were visible. The setting sun blessing the landscape. All thoughts and feelings of dehydration and exhaustion stopped for a second. We were saying goodbye to the range, the glistening reflection of Promontory Lake smiling back at me. 

The major difficulties of the range ended at the Kappa Moraine Junction. Descending Kappa Moraine felt like hours, but eventually, we made it onto flat ground of the plains. The clock hit 9:45pm, almost 15 hours since we set off. Exhausted, physically unable to walk no more, I pitched the tent on the nearest flat piece of ground, which was hard to find due to the spiky button grass and rocks. Conceding a flat pitch, I set up on an awkward angle, in a dried-up mud patch. The button grass plains had retained their heat from the day. The soil, still warm to the touch. I couldn’t cool off, except strip naked and lie in what felt like a vegetative state of exhaustion hoping to get a few hours’ sleep. I was in a bad state, and I wasn't the only one. Royston, Craig and an American couple we walked with were struggling as well. But we had made it. The traverse in its majority, completed. And it was the most god damn difficult thing I've ever done. 

# 24/12 | Day 1: Witness the Cygnus

- Huon Campground to Lake Cygnus
- 16.2km
- 7.5 to 8 hours

I watched the rain and cloud slowly set in as the shuttle drove us from Hobert up north towards the Arthurs. We arrived at the trailhead at 10:30am, ready for a big day to Lake Cygnus. 

I walked through beautiful, small forests with luscious greenery and streams providing seclusion from the rain before emerging onto the button grass plains. The track following boardwalks for the first few hundred meters before being replaced by a rocky but well-trodden track. I headed quickly in the direction for Junction Creek, the first campsite of the trip. 

I encountered my first section of mud. It had been raining only the last day, meaning the bogs hadn’t fully soaked through and wasn’t as bad as I expected. I noticed many other tracks that skirted the boggy sections but decided to walk straight through to a) save time, b) test my waterproofs and gaiters and c) avoid trampling and destroying vegetation where possible.

The mud wasn’t too bad, but my socks and shoes eventually soaked through with the water from the low-hanging grass and general shrubbery. There were some deep sections – easily mid-calf to knee height mud. The trekking pole provided stability and was a good depth-checker. 

It was getting cold, and the wind picked up before eventually rolling into Junction Creek, where I walked through the creek to cleanse my lower half of the mud. The gaiters performed well at keeping the mud out. An essential item, I would later categorize them. 

I met Craig and Royston at Junction Creek, an adventurous and experienced father son duo from Sydney who I chatted to briefly on the bus. They agreed to let me walk behind them to Cygnus. In and among the rain and wind, we took a wrong turn and followed a false lead out of Junction Creek, and after crossing a creek, the trail quickly fizzled out. Using the GPS, we bushwhacked across the button grass until we met up with the McKays Track, before slogging through the plains until the base of Alpha Moraine. A small, flattened pad for enough space for one tent was visible.

In the rain and wind, we slowly pushed ourselves along the 4km climb up Alpha Moraine with about 900m of elevation. I was exhausted. This had been the hardest physical activity I’d done in a long time and was really feeling it. The little sleep the night before didn’t help either, but what was I thinking - I had days of this!

We crested the Moraine and saw nothing but clouds and had limited visibility of the range. We stopped for a quick break, then miraculously a gust of wind cleared the clouds and we got our first view of the beautiful rocky knolls, Lake Fortuna and Pluto and a view all the way to Port Davey.

Slowly we meandered along the track, passing just below the summit of Mount Hesperus, before descending into the relatively sheltered wooden platforms of Lake Cygnus. 

I sat down in sheer exhaustion, managing to burn my mac and cheese dinner. But the long day was complete, and this crazy plan of walking the Western Arthurs was beginning to take shape. 

# 26/12 | Day 3: Serrated edges, ascents and exposure

- Lake Oberon to High Moor
- 4.2km
- 7 hours

I joined forces with Craig and Royston again, and we began the trek up and out of Lake Oberon towards Mt Pegasus. Almost immediately, the climb out of Oberon was proving to be tricky. A 5-meter slab of rock stood between us and the trail above, with little crimps along a serrated edge to the left, with just enough room to force your feet between, to push yourself up. I attempted the climb but could not pull myself up with the pack.

Fortunately, Craig had a rope and we quickly fastened it to my pack, and I helped pull the pack up, over the slab. This was an exposed climb and set the tone for the day. 

Shortly after that, the track continued almost vertically up. Using knees and roots on either side, we clambered our way up and continued along the pad until the trail completely stopped. Below us was a 50-meter drop and to the right a 4-meter rock that looked climbable, but not great, and incredibly exposed. Turns out, we'd missed the cairn to the right and backtracked to find it. What a relief. 

Pushing towards the summit of Mt Pegasus, we found the ‘hole’ in the rock, where the packs had to be pushed through, before slowly descending Pegasus. It was awkward, but doable. Somewhere along here, the rope fell out of Craigs bag. Which we discovered on the coming down Pegasus, where we wanted to use the rope to lower packs through another hole/awkward down climb, just before descending. 

The trail was now entering the roughest part of the range. Walking along the ridge between Pegasus and Capricorn was stunning. The rubbly, scree path descended and plateaued along the slanted ridge between Mt Capricorn, with even more magnificent views of Lake Uranus and Mt Capricorn, which we would later ascend and descend. 

The sun was out, and it was hot. My body was starting to get used to scrambling/sharp ascents/descents with a pack, but the physical energy spent doing this meant I was drinking more and more water, something that was in short supply between campsites. The sun was hot, especially on exposed ridges with little cover. 

We summited Capricorn and began the descent. This is probably the most nerve-wracking part of the whole trip. The incredibly steep and exposed descent required not only great physical attention, but laser focus. A fall here would be bad, and with no hint of exaggeration, potentially deadly. 

The path was well trodden, and each foothold was well defined. Roots for handholds miraculously appeared when needed.

I had well run out of water, and it was hot. Hot and exposed, and we still had the saddle of Mt Columbia to reach before High Moor. Note to self – carry more than two liters of water and don't skull it. This was a mistake I made on other days too.

Climbing up and around Columbia, we reached the boardwalks of High Moor, and gently descended to the platforms. Reaching for the nearest water source, I drank and drank and drank - quenching the thirst of a difficult day. 

I've read that in warm weather the little water source at High Moor can dry up. We just got lucky.

High Moor was a campsite out of a movie. Exposed, huge rocky knolls and grand views. But you wouldn’t want to stay there in bad weather, that’s for sure. 

After setting up the tent and having dinner, I pushed along the trail a little bit with my camera, before finding a slight dip in the landscape that gave magnificent views of Lake Ganymede in the foreground, and the Eastern Arthurs in the background. The sky was clear, and the distinct notch of Federation Peak didn't seem far away. Maybe one day I'll climb it. 

Reflecting on the day, it had taken over 7 hours to traverse a measly 4.2km. A testament to the difficulty of the track.


# 25/12 | Day 2 - Lake Oberon. No words needed

- Lake Cygnus to Lake Oberon
- 5.1km
- 4.5 hours

It was a relatively short day, and by comparison to other days, quite leisurely.

Climbing back up the access track, legs burning from the exertions of day one, I slowly traversed the slopes of Mt Hayes before descending its sketchy scree gully. Grand sweeping views of what lay ahead were dominated by howling wind and gentle spots of rain. Passing below Procyon Peak, the trail contoured around to Square Lake. A beautiful deep lake surrounded by more sheer quartzite faces. The track rough, with thick shrub surrounding the east side of the Lake with a runoff crossing nestled in between. 

Emerging from the scrub, I slowly made my way up the ridge between Mt Sirius and Mt Orion, before skirting left to avoid false leads over the ridge. Out of breath, tired, cold and hungry I crested the ridge and saw the first view of Lake Oberon. 

Lake Oberon - the stunning, large glacial lake that is the cornerstone of the Western Arthurs. Of all the photos I'd seen of the Arthurs, Lake Oberon stood out like a sore thumb. And I see why.

I sat down on the ground and just stared in awe and soaked in the view. The beautiful Pandani plants dotting the landscape down to Oberon. A core memory was saved. You could see other peaks in the distance almost looking like teeth sticking up from the ground with the glacial lakes looking like cavities - The Teeth of the World.

I descended the relatively well-worn track to Oberon, going slow and steady. I eventually made my way down to the boardwalks for easier walking before descending right down to the campsite. There was one section I had to lower my pack over a small ledge, as I didn’t trust myself / the momentum of the pack swinging over the edge to get a firm footing. Better be safe than sorry. 

Arriving at the campsite, the sun appeared for the first time on the trip. Quickly unpacking and stripping my clothes off, I let them dry on the platform. What a treat to be dry. Feeling grateful and happy to have made it to Oberon, I sat and soaked up the rays. It was a great day and the view of Lake Oberon was spectacular. 

I climbed back up the ridge in the later hours of the evening and sat, staring at the lake and its surroundings. Lost in thought, mesmerized by what lay before me. After what felt like hours, I scrambled down in the last remaining light and went to bed. The first goalpost of Lake Oberon was completed. 


In December 2022, I hiked the Western Arthurs Traverse via Alpha and Kappa Moraine. The extensive rugged topography of the range made for the most difficult and rewarding hiking yet.

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The first glacial lake of the range - Lake Neptune or Pluto (not sure which)

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A quick rest after a gruelling 900m climb up Alpha Moraine. Lake Fortuna in the background. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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A questionable outfit (that kept me pretty dry in the end).

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The Arthur Plains - somewhere on the climb up Alpha Moraine. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce 

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Lake Cygnus from the East, after climbing up the access track.

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Gazing ahead, the track descends below Procyon Peak. In the dip, lies Square Lake, and Oberon, over the next next saddle between Mount Orion and Mount Sirius

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The sketchy descent into Oberon - the acid test for whats to come.

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Beautiful planks, lakes and fauna. Unreal. 

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Beautiful Precambrian quartzite unnamed knolls. Lake Cygnus tucked to the left across the saddle.

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Federation Peak just after sunrise with Lake Ganymede in the foreground.

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The climb out of Lake Oberon proving too difficult with heavy packs for some people (including me). Photo Credit - Craig Pearce 

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Lake Uranus just below the ridge of Capricorn. To the left and right, twin summits of Pegasus. Center - Mount Sirius.

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Descending Mount Pegasus, overlooking Lake Uranus. Mount Capricorn on the left. 

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Saddling between Dorado Peak and Mount Columbia, before descending to High Moor.

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"The track goes off the edge here" - Royston. We missed the cairn 10 meters back (fortunately!)

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Descending Mt Pegasus. Crumbly scree and steep descents were a theme of the trip. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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Descending Capricorn - the trail just visible. Exposed, rocky, technical and exhausting. 

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Resting after a hot and tiring day at High Moor. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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Sunrise overlooking Federation Peak. The distinct hook of the peak makes it unmistakable. 

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Descending the range from Mount Scorpio. Kappa Moraine trail just visible as it descends over 1km in elevation. 

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Uneven, spiky, warm buttongrass camp that was my bed for a few hours. 

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Slowly descending the Tilted Chasm by passing packs. Some opted to keep their packs on when descending. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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Haven Lake looking back at Mount Taurus. Trail saddles the right, before descending via a cleft. 

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Haven Lake. Truly a haven in the blistering sun. 

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Beautiful creek and windswept trees from the viscous winds

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The vast sweeping Arthur Plains, with the beginning of the Eastern Arthurs on the right. Promontory Lake just visible. 

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The final sweeping view of the Arthurs. Kappa Moraine to the right, roots of the Eastern Arthurs to the left. 

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The water gods smiling upon us with the water crossing at 7 mile creek - only above ankle height. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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Scooting across Wullyawa creek. The heavy rain made walking on it too slippery. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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Looking back at Kappa Moraine. A huge descent.

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Tired, cold, soaked but all smiles. We made it... in one piece. Photo Credit - Craig Pearce

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# 2026 update

Well dear reader, you have stumbled across this trip report from 2022. I am pleased to say that the WAT still takes the top spot on my list of multi day hikes so far. As you will find out below, it is some of the most tortuously beautiful walking (if you can call it that) in all of Oceania. 

A few things have changed since 2022, though. First and foremost - this hike has exploded in popularity due to influencers and content creators promoting the Arthur Range due and its rugged, untouched remoteness and beauty. Unfortunately, a lot of them undersell the difficulty of this hike - a tiktok or instagram reel of Lake Oberon in good weather does numbers on social media. You must be experienced in all season, multi-day hiking with a good head for heights and should not do this hike alone. 

Put it this way - are you ready for a grade 5 walk? Have you heard of the [Australian Walking Track Grading System?](https://registrations.parks.tas.gov.au/Walk/Details/14) If you do not know the answer immediately, I got news for you, this might not be for you yet. You may find Mount Anne Circuit, South Coast Track or Frenchman’s Cap more suitable. One of the people I did this track with in 2022 suggested 5, 5-day backpacking trips as a prerequisite for the WAT. While I think that is a bit much, I would say a couple 4-6 day trips under your belt is the minimum requirement. 

Second - all walkers are required to register through [Parks Tasmania ](https://registrations.parks.tas.gov.au/Walk/Details/14 "Register Your Walk") and essentially 'reserve' a spot on trail. It's different from the Eventbrite system back in the day which was essentially just a token system that allowed Parks Tasmania to see who (roughly) was on the trail. Now, its required, and there are maximum of 12 hikers a day allowed on trail. Do not go unless you have reserved a spot - its in place to minimise the human impact on the environment which has been degraded significantly over the last couple years. Do not that be that person!

If you are not dissuaded by the above, continue on reading my poorly written account of one of my finest adventures to date - The Western Arthurs Traverse. 

# Preface 
In December 2022 I hiked the Western Arthurs Traverse (WAT). It’s rough, exposed, has plenty of steep slopes and is dominated by beautiful moorlands, glacial lakes, button grass heath and alpine scrub vegetation. This hike has everything and that's why its my favorite to date. 

The full traverse (linking up with the Eastern Arthurs) can take between 10 and 12 days, but the most popular route is Alpha Moraine to Kappa Moraine (known as A-K) which takes 5 to 7 days and starts/finishes at Scotts Peak Dam. 

The events described here are purely anecdotal and the notes included on this hike should not be used as a source of truth. People have died in the Western Arthurs so it goes without saying to properly do your research and plan for all possible outcomes. The Tasmanian bush cannot be underestimated!

** The gps track displayed on this page is inaccurate - don't use it to guide you!

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# Travel

The trailhead is at Scotts Peak Dam, about 3 hours from Hobart. Pass west through the towns of New Norfolk and Maydena. Don't forget a bakery stop at Banjo's in New Norfolk.

Scotts Peak Dam adjoins Huon Campground - a secluded car/tent campground with toilets, running water and a beautiful rain forest surrounding it. No booking required. 

Trailhead is next to carpark. Many people leave their cars there during the hike. Rangers do check for Parks Passes on the dashboard and there was a ranger there when we finished.

The shuttle bus run by [Tasmanian Wilderness Experiences](https://www.twe.travel/) is (in my opinion), an essential booking for the trip. It's $110 each way, worth every penny (see below for notes on hitchhiking). 

# Maps 
Aside from [John Chapman's South West Tasmania](https://www.wildearth.com.au/buy/books-south-west-tasmania/Books-SouthWTas) notes and maps (*__essential__*), I'd recommend a combination of the following:
- GPS with the loaded GPX track (whether this be your phone or garmin inReach, for example). Downloadable track above. 
- [TASMAP 1:25,000 topographic maps](https://www.tasmap.tas.gov.au/do/category/25000TOPO). They cover the whole range, but are split into their own section. Look for Crossing, Razorback and Glovers. They can be electronic or physical.
- Phone for reference (if using GPS), with downloaded maps of the trail. Look for Alltrails Premium or Avenza Maps


# 6/9/24: Day 4 – Return to the baking hot Valley

- Snow Creek to Yosemite Valley via Snow Creek Trail
- 5km 
- 3 hours

It was a steep switchback riddled 1000-meter descent to the Valley all of which I was molested by gnats but after a few hours of walking, I was following the flat Valley loop trail all the way to the backpackers campground. I spent the rest of the day and night there, exploring the Valley, eating food, conversing with fellow backpackers and sharing stories. In the end, it was an awesome way to finish a very difficult but rewarding backpacking trip. 

I had only covered 45km but with 2300m of climbing, hot temperatures and not enough food, I was satisfied and had seen a lot that the park had to offer. Vernal and Nevada Falls, LYV, Clouds Rest, Sunrise Lakes, Tenaya Lake, Olmsted Point and Snow Creek was a solid list of things done. Yosemite – what a place! Hard to describe the true scale and beauty of the park and after feeling inspired when back in the Valley I picked up the John Muir Trail National Geographic guide... Who knows what that means… until next time.


# 3/9/24 – Day 1: Heat, waterfalls and leisure 

- Yosemite Valley to Little Yosemite Valley (LYV) Campground via John Muir Trail (JMT) and Mist Trail
- 6.3km, 630m up
- 4 hours

The park has made it very easy for hikers by offering a hikers-only campground for a small fee, available before and after your trip. 

Yosemite is also unique in that majority of the National Park is designated wilderness and that dispersed camping is allowed pretty much anywhere as long as you’re at least 6.5km (4 miles) from the trailhead and 30 odd meters away from a trail or water.

This was very new to me as in the past I’ve only camped at designated campsites in the past. Yosemite is also enormous at over 750,000 acres or roughly 3000km (squared)  and to put it into scale – driving from the park boundary tollbooth to Yosemite Village took me almost an hour. Shuttles that go around the park to places like Tenaya Lake or Tuolumne Medows take 45 minutes at least.

There was also a new set of dangers in the park – bears. Hundreds of black bears roam Yosemite and while they are not as aggressive as a Grizzly, you do not want to interact with them even if they’re only after your food. That’s why it’s required for all hikers to carry a bear canister – a big plastic drum that can only be opened by something as small as a coin.

Still jetlagged and tired from a long and stressful drive from San Francisco, I was up at sunrise among many other hikers who were staying at the backpackers campground. The night before was spent frantically packing my bear canister, which I quickly began to hate as after repacking it multiple times I realized all my food would not fit for the trip. Great. So right from the get-go, my trip was shortened from 4 nights to 3. Can’t say I was feeling too great about that.

My mood quickly changed as I made my way to the Happy Isles trailhead. The sun had only just come up, the Valley was cool, and the Merced River was flowing. It was an ethereal and tranquil few kilometers of walking up the Mist Trail. But it was steep though, step after step after step. The scale of Yosemite slowly revealing itself as I climbed up. Sheer granite blocks thousands of meters high dominated by pine trees was all I could see. Beautiful.

I’d arrived in Yosemite in the middle of a heatwave. And a hot heatwave even by Australian standards. The valley floor itself was hovering around 35 degrees Celsius which is way too hot for walking. Getting up and out of the Valley was the primary goal for today.

I’d made good time on the trail as within a few hours I was at the top of Nevada falls, occasionally stopping to chat to other hikers and take photos.

I eventually made it to my destination for the day of Little Yosemite Valley campground. A backpacker’s campground 600 meters above the valley with the Merced River running along side it. The time was 1pm and it was hot, so of course I had a swim and ate some food here. 

I don’t like setting up camp so early in the day. I felt like I had more hiking in me, but the heat was incredibly taxing and the thought of pushing through to find a campsite beyond LYV wasn’t that enticing. I had a permit to climb Half Dome and I aborted the idea after thinking about it for a long time. I was due to go up Clouds Rest the next day and wanted to preserve my hiking legs and avoid putting myself in a dangerous situation climbing up Half Dome in the afternoon with temperatures of 35 degrees plus. Perhaps I could have done it during sunset, or not – I’ll never know.

So, feeling slightly defeated, I settled into LYV, found a good spot to camp and read my Kindle by the Merced, periodically taking a dip before I hopped into bed in preparation for one of the biggest days of hiking yet. A 1300 meter climb up and over Cloud’s Rest.


# 5/9/24: Day 3 – Tenaya Lake and Snow Creek Magic

- Sunrise Lakes to Snow Creek via Tenaya Lake and Snow Creek Trail
- 17km ~250m up
- 8 hours

The sunrise at Sunrise Lakes was surprisingly lack-luster compared to the sunset from the night before. I woke up after a patchy sleep and hit the trail, foregoing breakfast (again), nibbling on a couple bars and an electrolyte drink. My plan was to have breakfast at Tenaya Lake and assess from there.

It was all downhill to Tenaya Lake, and a popular trail too. I passed dozens of day-hikers, all of which were going to Clouds Rest. I couldn't help but feel like my ascent of Clouds Rest from LYV the day prior was sweeter and more earnt than simply day-hiking it from Tenaya Lake as it was a shorter climb up and most people had no heavy backpacks to carry.

I arrived at Tenaya Lake after a rocky 400m descent where I found a quiet spot by the water to cook up some oats. I’d realized I’d only been eating around ~2200 calories a day as the bear canister was full of bulky dehydrated meals, not enough snacks and basically no lunch apart from plain tortillas. I was surprised by my poor approach to food on this trip.

I was feeling the hunger bad at this point. I felt fatigued, sore, and was in a bit of a negative state of mind. Looking back, its amazing  how much your sleep and food can impact your mood. I hadn’t had a full night sleep since arriving to America almost a week ago. Jetlag, stress and general unease about being in a new country alone was beginning to accumulate in some serious fatigue. I was having oats in the most beautiful spot ever, but my mind was thinking of other things.

On the map, Snow Creek looked like a boring spot. Densely wooded forest with a footbridge to cross the stream. That is what I thought until I had a peculiar encounter while having breakfast by the water. A paddleboarder, sipping whiskey at 9am paddled by me and we began chatting. I explained my journey, my plan for today and he told me Snow Creek had some beautiful campsites very close to the edge with great views of Half Dome. He also told me about waterholes deep enough you could jump into and urged me to stay there.

So, I packed up and headed on my way to Snow Creek. From this point onwards, I was travelling back to wards the valley. I descended into what felt like a new biome – gone were the dotted pine trees and huge granite blocks, and hello deep, dark and thick forests. It felt like prime bear territory, later confirmed by some very big bear prints!

It was a slow going 3 or 4 hours trapesing along the trail. It was hot, I was tired, hungry and fatigued. Even a small 100m climb took it out of me as I needed to rest more frequently. I’d finished the last of my favorite fig-blueberry bars and was ready to give up and go home.

But the views kept me going, as the last cleared section of trail before descending to Snow Creek provided me with fantastic views of Clouds Rest all the way to Half Dome.

Descending 400 or so meters to Snow Creek was long, tiring and very hot. This was really a theme of the trip – tiring, hot, not enough food. All of these snowballed into a bad mental state that when I arrived to Snow Creek, I wasn’t even that excited. The sun was baking me alive as I walked around finding a good camp spot. I eventually found a flat enough spot to pitch my tent, right in front of the view of Half Dome. As I walked closer to the edge, it felt like I could touch the side of Half Dome itself. It was a magical place to camp.

The Tenaya Lake whiskey man was right about the waterholes. Freezing cold waterhole that was deep enough to fully submerge in. It was cold, refreshing, but I was alone and wished I had someone to share this beautiful campsite with. 

I set up my tent, and watched the sun go down over Half Dome and the Valley. The wind picked up as well and battered my tent and made for a truly awful night’s sleep. I had picked the spot for the aesthetic photos rather than being sheltered from the elements, so very little sleep was had that night.


# 4/9/24 – Day 2: The highest on-trail point in Yosemite
- LYV to Sunrise Lakes via Clouds Rest Trail and JMT
- ~14km
- 9 hours, 1300m up

The alarm went at 4:30am. I wasn’t the only one up at this hour – many people were getting ready to climb Half Dome for sunrise or get an early start on the day to beat the heat. It was forecasted to be mid-30s (Celsius) again.

I set off from LYV up the trail towards the JMT junction and eventually the Clouds Rest trail. The first hour and a half were in pitch black, guided only by torch light. I had set off without consuming any food, only a liter of electrolytes as my plan was to snack on the climb up. I turned around and could see the moonlight illuminating Half Dome, and the torches of the hikers climbing the cables. Eventually the Milky Way (which was so bright and clear at that time it was unbelievable) faded and the sun began to shine. Another day in Yosemite, another day in paradise.

I passed by some tents close to the JMT junction with Half Dome – a good camping spot I thought, but I wondered where they would source their water from.

I was climbing at a reasonable rate of 400m an hour, which put me on track for a summit at 9am-ish. However, the climbing was tough, very tough. I would rest at every switchback (for which there were quite a few), soak in the landscape and snack on a bar or some trail mix. Witnessing sunrise on Half Dome and the surrounding areas was awesome. I even had a wild deer encounter about half-way up to the summit.

After a few more switchbacks, I had climbed a good 700 meters and the landscape had changed dramatically. I had climbed past the dense tree line that opened to huge granite pieces with beautiful views of Half Dome.

At this point I was the highest I’d ever been. The altitude in Australia is nothing compared to anything in America. 3028m (Clouds Rest) isn’t exactly a Himalayan mountain or a 14er (a ‘14 thousand footer’), but the air was noticeably thinner up here. And it got thinner and thinner the closer I got to the summit. I came down with a stomachache (that I wouldn’t shake for the rest of the day), shortness of breath and a dry cough as I slowly trudged up the trail. 

I was overtaken on the trail by an ultrarunner who had started 3 hours ago from the valley floor. I couldn’t quite believe he had run all the way up to Clouds Rest… on his way down, he told me the summit was empty and the views were beautiful. So, I kept on pushing.

After 1200 meters of switchbacks and 5 hours of climbing, I reached the top and was greeted with clear blue skies and an empty summit. The air thin and my breath shallow as I stood before one of the finest views I’d ever seen. I was at the top in more ways than one. 360-degree views of the Sierras and the highest on-trail point in Yosemite. 

My reverie was short-lived as the first of the day-hikers joined me on the summit coming from Tenaya Lake. It was nice to share stories and the view with others. I even met an Aussie girl from Sydney and a girl who I chatted to the day before at Nevada falls.

A wave of fatigue hit me as I came down from Clouds Rest. I’d not eaten or drank enough (I didn’t for the whole trip), and the altitude and heat were affecting me. After a mini siesta out of the sun, I made my way down and along the Snow Creek Trail passing through huge granite boulders and tightly packed trees before a gradual climb up to the junction for Sunrise Lakes. 

I ran into a couple of hikers and walked with them to Sunrise Lakes. One of them gave me a ginger sweet that apparently was good for altitude sickness and it definitely helped.

I made it to Sunrise Lakes at about 3pm and set up camp and had a swim. An ethereal spot for the night as I watched a beautiful sunset over the lake, listening to distant chatter of other hikers. It was a long and tough day but incredibly rewarding. Sunrise Lakes was the perfect place to finish for the day.


In September 2024, I hiked 3 nights in the Yosemite backcountry. The sheer scale and beauty of Yosemite made it one of my best backpacking trips yet.

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Half Dome from the walk towards the backpackers camp. 

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Mr Squirrel who had his eye on my bag of peanuts...

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A semi-waterless, yet still very beautiful, Vernal Falls

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Yosemite in all its glory from Clouds Rest. Perhaps my favourite photo of the trip.

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Clouds Rest looking towards Tenaya Lake and beyond.

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Beautiful early morning light from somewhere up near Clouds Rest

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# Preface

In September 2024, I hiked 3 nights in the Yosemite backcountry. The sheer scale and beauty of Yosemite made it one of my best backpacking trips yet.

It was time for another backpacking trip. After a full year of very little hiking and backpacking, I made my way across the world to America a 3-week trip where I spent 3 nights hiking a loop around the Yosemite Valley. 

As I’ve gradually ticked off hikes in Australia, I realized there was very little left in the country that interested me. A crazy statement at first, or perhaps a natural step in progression after all these years. Yosemite has been on the radar for very long time and I knew if I were to travel across the globe for a hiking trip, the destination better be worth it… and it was.

The reservation system works quite differently in America. You need a permit for camping and overnight hiking in most National Parks. Majority of the permits are available 24 weeks in advance through a lottery system, the rest available as walk-in permits. When I won a permit for Happy Isles/Little Yosemite Valley in March this year, it was game on.

I hiked a relatively short 45km loop with 2300m elevation gain, and despite only spending 3 nights in the wilderness, it was 3 nights of beauty and solitude.

All photos were taken with my iPhone or my Fujifilm camera. 
