We awoke to an alarm and the sound of rain pounding on the tent, both of which are things that I usually do not want to do in the backcountry. We already worked out the arrangement where Jacqueline would go get ready on the porch of the ranger's cabin while I got everything together. This way I would not have to wait for her to get out of the tent, thus speeding up our trip out. I
t worked out well and we were on the trail by 6am. As we were leaving, we saw our competition getting ready. We knew we had a good head start to make the bus and we were going to need it. We got to have another adventure slogging through the mud and the rainforest. I thought that since we were getting closer to Lake St. Clair the trail conditions would improve, but I was wrong. The difficulties on this day were not necessarily the mud, but the brush and the trees as it made everything slow going. We were soaked also and Jacqueline was not very happy with the early morning. The only thing that seemed to motivate her was the thought of getting a shower. I was excited to do something hard and different. The benefit of it was that we were up when all the wildlife was out. We saw a dozen pademelons along the way. We were startin
g to figure out which was which not just by size, but by reaction. The wallabies were just scared enough to get out of arm length, while the pademelons were much more scared of us and would take off after we got close. We had a hard time enjoying the lake because of
the pounding rain. It did not help when the ferry flew by us on the water and Jacqueline asks me why we did not take that. Frankly, I did not even consider it an option because this really seemed like the whole trip to me. It would not have been complete without the five hour walk around the lake. We put in our time and eventually we saw where the ferry pulled in and figured th
at the visitor centre was near there. The trail slowly got better until we crossed a bridge with a sign that said visitor centre and Jacqueline was happy for the first time on the day. We still had a twenty minute walk back to the visitor centre but it was on a nicely graveled road. It was great to see the visitor centre, but we also saw the rows of packs. We knew that there would be a slim shot of getting on the bus. Sebastian showed up a bit later and we spoke about it with him. I gave the bus company a call and they said they were completely full. The only hope would be to talk to the bus driver. So I waited out there and it was not looking good. Jacqueline came over after getting into some drier clothes. The bus driver came over and said unfortunately there was no room. Luckily, Jacqueline spouted out that we wanted to get to Devonport. He said that the other bus there was going up toward Queenstow
n and then the next day would be going to Devonport. This sounded perfect and we called the bus company to change our booking. They let us do it with no extra charge, which is something that would not happen in the U.S. So we made sure to take our seats on the bus, because we had traveled so far just to get there on this morning. The bus pulled out a little after noon and the day had seemed so full already.
t worked out well and we were on the trail by 6am. As we were leaving, we saw our competition getting ready. We knew we had a good head start to make the bus and we were going to need it. We got to have another adventure slogging through the mud and the rainforest. I thought that since we were getting closer to Lake St. Clair the trail conditions would improve, but I was wrong. The difficulties on this day were not necessarily the mud, but the brush and the trees as it made everything slow going. We were soaked also and Jacqueline was not very happy with the early morning. The only thing that seemed to motivate her was the thought of getting a shower. I was excited to do something hard and different. The benefit of it was that we were up when all the wildlife was out. We saw a dozen pademelons along the way. We were startin
g to figure out which was which not just by size, but by reaction. The wallabies were just scared enough to get out of arm length, while the pademelons were much more scared of us and would take off after we got close. We had a hard time enjoying the lake because of
the pounding rain. It did not help when the ferry flew by us on the water and Jacqueline asks me why we did not take that. Frankly, I did not even consider it an option because this really seemed like the whole trip to me. It would not have been complete without the five hour walk around the lake. We put in our time and eventually we saw where the ferry pulled in and figured th
at the visitor centre was near there. The trail slowly got better until we crossed a bridge with a sign that said visitor centre and Jacqueline was happy for the first time on the day. We still had a twenty minute walk back to the visitor centre but it was on a nicely graveled road. It was great to see the visitor centre, but we also saw the rows of packs. We knew that there would be a slim shot of getting on the bus. Sebastian showed up a bit later and we spoke about it with him. I gave the bus company a call and they said they were completely full. The only hope would be to talk to the bus driver. So I waited out there and it was not looking good. Jacqueline came over after getting into some drier clothes. The bus driver came over and said unfortunately there was no room. Luckily, Jacqueline spouted out that we wanted to get to Devonport. He said that the other bus there was going up toward Queenstow
n and then the next day would be going to Devonport. This sounded perfect and we called the bus company to change our booking. They let us do it with no extra charge, which is something that would not happen in the U.S. So we made sure to take our seats on the bus, because we had traveled so far just to get there on this morning. The bus pulled out a little after noon and the day had seemed so full already.
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