After we descended Mount Ossa, the finish line, Lake St Clair, didn’t seem too far off.

But first, we passed by a few beautiful water courses. This one we camped by on our final night.

The next day we were off to catch the ferry next day from the north end of the lake. The mountains surrounding it are all from Greek mythology. So when Mt Olympus appeared, we knew that our trek was at an end.

After leaving the Pelion Plains, our next challenge was to climb Mount Ossa, Tasmania’s highest peak 1,617 metres. It wasn’t the easiest task in the world, but I’ve been told it’s easier than climbing its more illustrious cousin, Cradle Mountain.

Nevertheless, the mountain was sizeable.

The lower slopes were a little waterlogged.

Once we reached a good elevation we could even see Cradle Mountain in the distance.

And from the top, we could literally see the whole of Tasmania!

And pretty much all of it drinkable!

Tassie is renowned for its high rainfall, and we got our fair share of rain early on in the week. Thus, the streams and waterfalls were running at full pelt. These were taken in the aptly named, Waterfall Valley.

We visited one sizeable waterfall…

… And slipped behind the curtain of water.

Woke up one morning to find wallabies grazing on the grass. And what do you know, she has her little joey with her.

My next retrospective is still over the sea, but much closer to home – walking along the Overland Track in Tasmania. This track stretched from Lake Dove in the north to Lake St Clair in the south.

I walked it with a guided group, and to this day it is one of the most challenging things I’ve ever done. The track was walked over a week, with a few detours along the way.

The weather was very changeable, but that didn’t stop me from snapping some truly special scenes, like this of Artist’s Pool, at the foot of Cradle Mountain.