Weather Karma

aka Day One in Hobart

After enduring almost three weeks of the wettest winter/spring on record in Tasmania, our patience was finally rewarded with clear skies. They could not have arrived at a more opportune time, as we had decided to hike Mt. Wellington, upon whose foothills the city of Hobart lies.

We literally walked out of Jo's house and five minutes later were on the trails. At the lower altitudes, we clambored through a rainforest remniscent (probably only to me...) of the forest from Hook. I kept waiting for Rufio. No dice.

Carlyn made the incisive observation, that if we really were in a rainforest, then it was pretty special since she could also see her breath in front of her... But it warmed up as we hustled up the mountain.

At the top, we found snow! Which tasted great. We also found fellow tourists, who took pity on my attempt to set up the self-timer on my camera...

... and took a picture for us.

As Carlyn mentioned, our quick pace turned out to be the death of our leg muscles. Mine still hurt, three days later. But well worth it for the gorgeous views!