The whole week was a simple time, and that was the beauty of it.
Each day was spent meandering along wide sandy paths, bellies full of too much food, until mid-afternoon. We'd lazily set up our camp, and then relax all afternoon in the golden light by a crystal clear lake. Just as the morning would start with a brilliant sunset over clear waters, we'd watch the sky light on fire above yet another blue expanse further north at the end of the day.
There are countless accounts of the Du Cane Range Traverse, which is off the quintessential Overland Track in Tasmania. I read these accounts before heading off on this adventure and they didn’t convince me that the walk would be the most stunning hike I’ve ever done - in fact, I thought that it would seriously inferior to the Western Arthurs. But man, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Wild, windswept peaks. Uninterrupted 360 degree views. Empty campsites beside perched lakes. The golden glow on jagged peaks in the still of dusk. I’ll let the following photos speak for themselves.