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- Apr 13, 2024
- ☁️ 19 °C
- Altitude: 45 m
- AustraliaTasmaniaDevonportDonHiller Flora Reserve41°10’44” S 146°20’11” E
Logistical shuffling
April 13 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C
Saturday. A day of double checking packs, maccas breakfast, and a lot of car travel. May as well indulge in as much motoring as we can before a week of hoofing it. Lexie would spit.
Logistics of the OLT are a doozy. Not only do you have to scratch, kick, and bite your way through the rushed shit-fight of securing a booking, you also have to book the ferry that ships you back to civilization at the end (anyone who's dealt with the absolute muffins who run that service will attest to the difficulty), and, crucially, plan all transport from your place of origin to the start line and vice versa from the finish line. When those lines are, practically, on opposite ends of the state, and in the middle of good ol Tasmanian nowhere, it creates a puzzle. If anyone from Metro Tasmania happens to be tuning in, I highly recommend some extended routes.
Therefore. Saturday consisted of ensuring we had everything needed for 6 days bush; 2 days in Devonport before commencing; and for when we eventually made it back to our car which would be waiting for us at the end. It went like this:
Drive our car to Lake St Clair (the finish line) on Saturday morning. Leaving a bag with a clean change of clothes, and towel/soap for shower (more on that fucking showstopper later) for when we finish at the end of the week.
Then, take our packs and a smaller amount of supplies for a two night stay with parents in Devonport. Eg, things I wanted to do last minute before starting: wash my hair. Things I had no need to carry through Cradle: shampoo and conditioner. In hindsight this may have been useful, had I encountered a particularly mangey wombat.
We took all this and crammed into a privately operated shuttle bus whose business it is to cart walkers from the finish line up to Launceston, where they usually fly out from. As we were Tas locals, and afforded the luxury of leaving our car there to drive home in, we were utilizing this service somewhat backwardly and had the privilege of sharing the (small) bus with ten or so stinky finishers.
After an absolutely rattling (literally) experience, and a stop at a roadhouse that I truly believe should be bombed, we arrived in Launceston. Here we were greeted by the wonderful cheery waves of Ma and Pa, who lovingly carted us through to Devonport. Here we wait!!Read more