tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77486577993869513932024-03-06T13:54:44.321+11:00Life beneath the Mountain.deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-73632531900070693352016-09-26T12:47:00.000+10:002016-09-27T16:19:51.153+10:00Spring 2016. <div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Making:</i> the soil rich and the garden grow! After the wild success that was the front step garden in 2015, this year I've gone bigger and better and have extended my green thumbs into actual garden beds. There's sweet snow peas, cornflowers, ranunculus, an array of herbs, freesias and daffies and tiny tommy toe tomato seedlings. And rhubarb! Ah so much gardening bliss. </span><br />
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deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-35615206105771438172016-08-21T11:55:00.001+10:002016-08-21T11:55:50.324+10:00Collins CapAfter starting full time nursing work in April, I was finding myself so worn out by the working week that my days off were mostly spent sleeping and/or drinking coffee. I barely had the energy to be social, let alone find the urge to go bush walking.<br />
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But lately, things have changed. I've adjusted to the working lifestyle and have started to make the most of my weekends and days off by doing day walks close to home or by heading out to explore this beautiful state. It's been a wonderful respite from the bright, sterile world of the hospital and it's getting me super psyched for the summer ahead. </div>
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Last Tuesday, after four days off (one spent celebrating my graduation, two spent recovering from said celebration) and with a weather forecast for 19 degrees and sun, I made plans to walk to Collins Cap via Myrtle Creek, a small summit north west of Mt Wellington. </div>
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I drove twenty odd minutes to the car park (follow the signs from Berridale) and hit the trail which for the first 500m is a wide, well maintained fire trail that slowly climbs to a picnic shelter and toilet, where the foot track starts. This section of the trail is beautifully diverse. You start surrounded by paddocks and brightly blooming silver wattles and as you climb closer to the creek line, you find yourself surrounded by century old eucalyptus, towering sassafras and of course, the area's namesake, myrtle beech. </div>
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As soon as you leave the fire trail behind, the track narrows and climbs steeply through wet stands of manferns. Soon enough, a small platform is reached, giving good views of Myrtle Creek Falls, a worthwhile walk in itself (it takes about 15 minutes to get to this point). I continued on, crossing the creek multiple times before leaving it to my left and climbing higher still, out of the wet eucalypt forest and into thick stands of Richea dracophylla, baurea and alpine yellow gums. At this point, the trees are thinning, allowing the sun to shine through and giving views to the summits around, namely Collins Bonnet to the south. In no time at all, the track enters a section of regrowth forest and a minute later, the East-West fire trail is crossed. At this point, the track has climbed 340m in altitude. </div>
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With 180m still to climb, the track changes again. The muddy clay track of the fire trail quickly hardens to one strewn with small dolerite boulders. As the boulders grow in size, the eucalypts fade out and baurea, pineapple grass and hakea dominate. The views continue to broaden as you climb and soon you reach a long traverse under the summit ridge. At the north west extent of the ridge is the small peaked summit complete with a head high cairn. I found myself on the summit 1h10m after starting and spent about 30m on the summit, enjoying the beautiful views, the springlike sunshine and the company of two wedge-tailed eagles. </div>
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deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-84030741633383676792016-06-13T12:01:00.002+10:002016-06-13T12:01:50.390+10:00Things I love (June 2016). <br />
sunny days. japanese maples. cat snuggles. mountain tops. boys who smell nice. hot sauce. rain. roses the colour of sunsets. sunsets. hash browns. glowsticks.<br />
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Dee x.deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-22395584080435581752016-05-08T12:50:00.001+10:002016-05-08T12:50:46.372+10:0008 May 2016<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Wanting: </i>a coffee grinder but the purchase seems oh so excessive.<br /><i>Looking:</i> through the lounge room window and into the boughs of a bronzing Japanese maple.<br /><i>Playing:</i> Daughter. Her voice is so beautiful.<br /><br /><i>Loving: </i>my little friend, Dusky the cat. He brings me endless joy and keeps me warm at night. What a little legend.<br /><i>Watching: </i>the new Game of Thrones season and Keeping Australia Alive.<br /><i>Hoping:</i> that my freesias didn't sprout too early and will still provide me with beautifully perfumed blooms come winter.<br /><i>Needing:</i> very little. Wanting very much.<br /><i>Wearing:</i> colourful clothes to make up for the grey old day outside. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /><i>Noticing:</i> my body and my mind adjusting to life as a working RN.<br /><i>Thinking: </i>about the past (always) and how it influences the future.<br /><i>Buying:</i> a fortnightly vegie box from local farmers<br /><i>Getting: </i>fitter and stronger with every hockey game I play. So glad to be back.<br /><i>Liking: </i>way too many cats on Instagram.<br /><i>Feeling:</i> like things are looking up. </span><br />
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deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-75280645943127183162016-04-25T13:01:00.004+10:002016-04-25T13:01:52.119+10:00Mountain Dreamer.The Invitation.<br />
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It doesn't interest me,<br />
what you do for a living.<br />
I want to know<br />
what you ache for,<br />
and if you dare to dream<br />
of meeting your heart's longing.<br />
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It doesn't interest me,<br />
how old you are.<br />
I want to know<br />
if you will risk looking like a fool,<br />
for love,<br />
for your dream,<br />
for the adventure of being alive.<br />
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- Oriah Mountain Dreamer.<br />
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After about ten minutes of trying on the clothes and waging an internal warfare inside my own head, I left the fitting room feeling defeated. The lovely shop assistant took the clothes out of my hands and asked me 'Is there anything in particular that you were after?', before I could stop myself I blurted 'Oh, just a different body'.<br />
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The girl's face deflated to look pretty similar to my own as we shared a sincere moment between two young women who both hate their bodies. IT WAS SO FREAKING SAD. I went home and cried. The end.<br />
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P.S I grew tomatoes! I've picked 40 of the little buggers since the crop started to ripen! They are so delicious and sweet. When I planted Terry I worked out that I had spent about $20 on the plant, pot, potting mix, manure etc so I remember thinking that I'd be stoked if I got the equivalent of four punnets of cherry toms out of him. Well, not only has Terry provided me with ample fruit, he brings me so much joy simply because a) I grew him b) he is green. Win win win win.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-20639750468753801972016-01-11T11:23:00.003+11:002016-01-11T11:23:59.741+11:00Summer in Sandy Bay, TasmaniaIt's my first summer at Osborne Street and it's been a ripper so far. The glorious sun streams in our windows at all hours of the day and I'm almost certain that the windows aren't glazed so I can lie on the couch with my morning coffee and tan and then do the same with a cold beer in my hand on my bed.<br />
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However, what I am growing is going for glory; I have two types of parsley, mint, thyme, chillies who were munched by a caterpillar and infested with aphids but I think I have won the battle after giving them a good spray with some tomato leaf juice, some delightfully fragrant sweet peas and TOMATOES! Oh my sweet Terry (the tomato), you have done me proud. After many sleepless nights of wind and a few frosty mornings, Terry has come through with the goods- SO MANY TOMATOES! Now, let the January sun ripen them so I can throw them into my mouth.<br />
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Garden dreams for the future: daffodils in pots, sweet smelling daphne and something to eat over winter (any ideas?).<br />
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The other highlights of Sandy Bay life include access to numerous scrumpable fruit trees, a resident pademelon who hangs out in my garden, friendly neighbours who grow beautiful roses and give them to me as I am walking home.<br />
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Even more excitingly, the love of my life (Dusky, the burmese kitten) is arriving in just over a fortnight. Be prepared for vol I- infinity of Dusky updates and instagram spam in the near future.<br />
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Dee x.deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-89779022187279388452016-01-03T10:17:00.003+11:002016-01-03T10:18:26.672+11:002016.Here's a little list of goals for 2016. Let's hope that publishing it keeps me accountable.<br />
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deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-18258255145525236272015-12-16T08:47:00.000+11:002015-12-16T08:47:04.992+11:00December.December, the month of overindulgence, the warming sea, the longest days. L'heure bleue lingers for hours after the sun sets. This time of year is full of beauty but is so melancholic to me, as if every glorious moment is tinged with the sadness of something lost.<br />
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It's my birthday soon, the tenth without my Dad. Christmas and the New Year haunt me in the same way, each one like turning the page on a book that you've almost finished reading but never want to end. The book is called W<i>hen You've Lived Longer Without Your Father Than With</i>. It's a pretty depressing read but it's not over yet, I'll let you know what happens when I find out.<br />
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I think what troubles me the most about the silly season is how a single moment is so often filled with the greatest joys and the deepest sadness. So many occasions to celebrate, so much joy. Yet for me, with such joy comes such an overwhelming awareness of who is missing. It's kind of torturous you know because the better things get, the more I feel the sting of grief.<br />
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Anywhooo, they are my thoughts and I've been thinking them a lot lately but haven't been able to put them into words until now.<br />
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Thanks 2015, I'll be glad to see the back of you in many ways but you showed me so much. How to survive a grueling year of study and prac, how to survive on the lowest income I've had since I was 17, how to be loved, how to fall apart and survive.<br />
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Here's to a new year dawning.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-4825260322867908372015-11-03T19:54:00.000+11:002015-11-03T19:54:18.432+11:00Things that make it better.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. Reading books. Good stories, Buddhist enlightenment, abstract poetry- the lot. Whatever takes your fancy and helps you escape your own mind for even just one moment at a time. For me, Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed has been the stand out- it's wit, realism and compassion provide solace and optimism despite the bleak and hopeless words. I wish I had a <i>Dear</i> S<i>ugar</i> to write to right now but alas, not.<br />
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2. While I can't write in to a famous author with an alias for life advice, I can hound my friends and family to show me the ways of the world. Oh, my poor friends and family! They who have listened to my woes, held me as I have wept, reasoned with me when I have uttered the craziest, most outlandish and ridiculous possible versions of the reality out loud, met me at the gym to hear me out through gasps for air; you deserve medals of bravery from the Queen and a lifetime free from emotional pain for holding my hand through the dark and wild aisles of my mind. Thank you for all you have done.<br />
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3. Nature. Nature constantly reminds me that although there are aspects of my life will never be okay, there will always be beauty in the world regardless. Mountain tops, beautiful spring gardens, the early morning light that floods my lounge room when I'm listless and unable to sleep. That is nature's way of keeping on and it's constant proof to me that I can do the same.<br />
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4. Hope. I guess having been through the ringer before, and despite the low it was, I know I survived. Some days, it's tough to convince myself that surviving is enough, it feels like life is pretty black and white and it's either a success or failure sort of situation. I'm working hard internally to remind myself that surviving is a win in itself, that everyday I keep the hope alive I am one day closer to thriving again.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-84098606391169551582015-10-16T17:14:00.001+11:002015-10-16T17:15:55.275+11:00Today is just another day.Lately I have needed to take it easy. My mind is running at a million, trillion miles an hour and my body can't keep up. I can't sleep, so what rest I do is from half dozing in the morning or afternoon light, depending on where I position myself; just like Dermot and Patsy do, those little cats who keep me sane with their knowing and unfailing love.<br />
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Today, I got some respite by sipping on a big glass of water, sitting on the front step in the glory of a lazy afternoon sun and reading <i>Running like China </i>by Sophie Hardcastle, the self told story of a girl who has survived despite her own mind's best intentions to let her die. Read it, it's great.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-59910276778558518132015-09-03T16:21:00.001+10:002015-09-03T16:21:45.748+10:00Thailand TravelMy boyfriend Rich and I are currently travelling around Thailand. I've been used the Bonjournal app to blog about our adventures. If you want to have a read about it, check it out <a href="https://bonjourn.al/journal/20588-thailand-adventures" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-70679666972268056112015-07-26T21:14:00.001+10:002015-07-26T21:14:58.055+10:00The Perfect Sunday: Winter Edition.<br />
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woke up in a small, rambling shack, an hour out of Hobart.<br />
slept in with my love, made tea, lit the fire and then snuggled some more.<br />
got up (for real this time) to make coffee and a delicious breakfast of slow roasted tomatoes, eggs and toast.<br />
sat inside a warm little haven while the wind blew and the rain beat down on the roof.<br />
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drove home, in squalls of rain and bursts of sun.<br />
went to the shops and stocked up for the week ahead.<br />
baked date and ginger biscuits, a chocolate slice and a casserole that transformed into a beef and stout pie half way through cooking.<br />
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gossiped over tea and donuts with two of my beautiful friends.<br />
strolled around Battery Point on dusk, admiring the gardens and streetlights reflected on the wet roads.<br />
ate a beautiful meal, drank a dark beer from New Zealand and went to bed feeling like the luckiest person alive.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-29130157078882859292015-07-21T18:07:00.002+10:002015-07-21T18:07:16.885+10:00Wintery Cabbage Salad.I just made a delicious salad and here is the recipe.<br />
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<b>Salad.</b><br />
1/2 a <b>red cabbage</b>, finely sliced (I used a mandolin to make life easy).<br />
3 <b>carrots</b>, grated.<br />
a large handful of <b>baby spinach leaves</b>.<br />
1/2 cup of <b>coriander leaves</b>.<br />
1/4 cup <b>sunflower seeds</b>, toasted.<br />
1/4 cup <b>pepitas</b>, toasted.<br />
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<b>Dressing.</b><br />
juice of half a <b>lemon</b>.<br />
a large dollop of <b>tahini</b>.<br />
1 teaspoon of <b>miso paste</b>.<br />
1 <b>garlic clove</b>, crushed/grated/finely chopped.<br />
a splash of <b>vinegar</b>.<br />
a splash of your best <b>extra virgin olive oil</b>.<br />
a pinch of <b>cayenne pepper</b>.<br />
<b>salt </b>and <b>pepper </b>to taste.<br />
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Grate the carrots, slice the cabbage and add to a large bowl with the spinach leaves and picked coriander leaves. Heat a frypan and add the seeds, moving them around the pan until they are golden brown and smelling delicious then add them to the bowl.<br />
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Combine all dressing ingredients, tasting for a balance between tart, spicy and salty then when you are happy with it, add to your salad and mix til everything is covered.<br />
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Note: The recipe has been very slightly adapted from a new Tasmanian cooking book that showcases the work of some of Tasmania's most well known and respected chefs- I can't, for the life of me, remember what the bloody book is called but will credit it ASAP.<br />
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<br />deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-23384676140376971632015-07-06T15:49:00.001+10:002015-07-06T16:02:28.781+10:00The Overland Track: June 28- July 02 2015Today puts me exactly a week out from the start of semester two and the official beginning of third year nursing. Kinda exciting! What's actually more immediately exciting to me is another week of doing as little or as much as I want, without the burden of university and the guilt associated with slacking off. Yep, I've been on holidays for about three weeks now and it's been blissful. So much time has been spent doing absolutely nothing, for the first time in a long time and it's been just the break I needed. After a tumultuous start to the year which ultimately left me on the back foot playing catch up all semester, I ended my recent exams feeling pretty fed up. This break has allowed me to refresh and I'm excited about working hard and achieving as I should be in the coming months.<br />
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So with holidays coming to a close and no more 'university free time' between now and the end of my degree (Feb 2016), I thought I'd recap on the most exciting part of my holidays- a five day winter walk along the Overland Track.<br />
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Planning started for this walk months out when Rich put in for annual leave. Soon after, I got overly excited about planning the logistics of the walk and many lists were drafted and plans were discussed over the next few months. We got incredibly lucky when we were able to organise a car swap with a friend who was planning to walk the track at a similar time to us, in the opposite direction. This saved both parties time and money and worked brilliantly! Yay. So, Saturday saw us driving north. After a few stops for essentials such as coffee, ice cream and fudge, we made it to Cradle Valley mid afternoon. Given Rich's fantastic Parks connections, we were lucky enough to stay in Mt Kate Hut for the pricely sum of $2. We got the fire cranking, drank some cab sauv and had a pretty special night in among the Pencil Pines.<br />
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<b>Day one:</b><br />
Rested up, we had a leisurely morning and started walking from Ronny Creek at 11am. We walked up to Crater Lake in fairly mild but wet and windy conditions before tackling Marion's Lookout (never as bad as you think it will be) in worsening winds, up to 40kt.<br />
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The weather looked pretty similar to the day before but soon cleared and within ten minutes of walking, our coats were off and Rich was taking photos of rainbows and sunlit mountain tops etc etc. It was pretty nice. We decided not to go to Lake Will, having been before and as we had a long section of track to cover, hoping to get to New Pelion Hut for the night. We continued along the open plains, enjoying limited views to our east and west before dropping down to Lake Windemere and the Hut by 11am.<br />
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We pushed on for about another two hours over more golden buttongrass plains, past tiny, shallow lakes and through dark enchanted forests before enjoying lunch in the sun with a glorious view of Mt Oakleigh's northern cliff face. After lunch we descended along the flank of Mt Pelion West where, after successfully negotiating the tree roots and mud, I got my foot caught up in the long tendrils of a stand of cutting grass and fell. The walking pole of my right hand got awkwardly caught between my body and my left forearm which on impact with the ground caused an impressive bruise that is visible on both sides of my arm! It's pretty cool.<br />
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I got up, feeling pretty lucky to have avoided a broken wrist and we kept walking. A quick scroggin break at Frog Flats (or 'is this the flat frog?' according to a French walker I met a few seasons ago in the same spot) perked us up for the short climb up to Pelion Plains and the Palace that is the New Pelion Hut. We opted for the tent as the hut was pretty busy (read: noisy, smelly and clammy) and had a beautiful sleep in the cold quiet. <br />
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We woke up to frosty conditions providing a beautiful scene as the warm morning sun lit up the mountains around us. We weren't in a hurry, knowing that the walk to Kia Ora Hut was short and easy so we lazied around in the sun, drank some coffee, went for a jaunt down to the Old Pelion Hut and the mine and momentarily thought about swimming in a magical water hole before finally hoisting our packs on and starting the climb to Pelion Gap at around midday. The sun was out and there wasn't a breath of wind (e.g. the type of winter weather bushwalker's dream of) so I laid in the sun reading while Rich summited Mt Pelion East. We strolled down to Kia Ora in an hour, enjoying the new track work and the changing light as the winter sun set over Mt Ossa.<br />
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<b>Day four:</b><br />
Another morning started with porridge and multiple cups of tea and coffee whilst I finished my book and Rich did all the work and packed up the tent, did the washing up and probably even tied my boot laces for all I know, I was too busy reading. It was pleasant walking after a night of showers, the rainforest that this section of the track is famous for looking greener and more lush than ever. We stopped briefly at Ducane Hut and quietly appreciated the life that Paddy Hartnett and his family lived in such an amazing place, so long ago. I get a strange sense every time I walk through the clearing surrounding his old hut, even having done so many times. I think it's just a sense of disbelief that this little pocket of light in the middle of a rainforest was once a hub of life in such a remote and wild place.<br />
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We visited the waterfalls and hugged the Mersey River up to Hartnett Falls where we had lunch and saw some people I know from uni (as you do) before continuing on up and over Ducane Gap. The section south of Ducane Gap is some of the most amazing wet schelorphyll forest I have ever walked through and I savoured the thirty minutes we spent descending down to Bert Nichols Hut despite the strengthening winds and the noticeable drop in temperature as a front approached from the south west.<br />
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We woke to somewhere between 8 and 15cm of snow on the ground (depending on who you ask: Rich is a notorious exaggerator while I am constantly striving for accuracy) and two very excited Queenslanders hooting and carrying on. It was a short and fast walk out to make the 1pm ferry from Narcissus to Cynthia Bay made all the more interesting by great conversation and the occasional snowball from our mate Will. Once back at the car, we struggled and I mean really struggled, to get changed into our warm, dry clothes. At one point, I started to think that I may never wear pants again as I sat half naked in the car, unable to move my hands or feet. Thankfully, the car's heater started to warm up, the deep fryer was ready at the Hungry Wombat and before you know it, we were pulling into the drive way.<br />
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What a walk. It was wonderful and surreal to walk the track with the time and energy to explore and wander about the place- something that seldom happens when I'm walking it as a guide. Spending time with other walkers and at the PWS Huts was great too, although at times, the behaviour of other walkers was pretty disappointing. We cleaned up the huts on a number of occasions despite not even sleeping in them and it annoyed me how many people continued to run the heaters, until the atmosphere in the huts could only be described as sauna/old, wet shoes, with an apparent disregard for the PWS efforts to conserve heating supplies throughout winter for those who really need it, not those who want to dry their socks and wear tshirts in the hut. Ignorance, I guess. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkPvvza3nV6TvM70VkSYWekWFkayYLmCz8kYnbQh3-Zq-f7amVPywAA9Bx9xDmrKrwEk3QiczmerPsC3c0Lj4QnasOx46pH6AXOxuUJUy0R8A9JGblCDhDIDTw608dW9_Fz6W3qQzy_Jq/s1600/IMG_4874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkPvvza3nV6TvM70VkSYWekWFkayYLmCz8kYnbQh3-Zq-f7amVPywAA9Bx9xDmrKrwEk3QiczmerPsC3c0Lj4QnasOx46pH6AXOxuUJUy0R8A9JGblCDhDIDTw608dW9_Fz6W3qQzy_Jq/s320/IMG_4874.JPG" width="320" /></a>We spent the last few days recuperating by watching movies, sleeping in, eating fish and chips in the glorious east coast sun and baking cookies. Shit, that post got really long, really quick. Thanks for reading!<br />
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Here are some notes on the food we took on our walk:<br />
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I spent the week prior to the walk cooking our meals and dehydrating what I could including a mexican bean stew, cooked rice, spaghetti bolognese and a pumpkin risotto. I also dried some apples bought from a wheelbarrow on the side of the road (they were the most delicious apples ever, by the way), some canned apricots (which, if you're interested, works out as being about 25% cheaper than store bought Australian dried apricots) and some hommus for instant flavour in our lunches.<br />
I also made the most amazing scroggin ever which included apricot cubes, nougat, dried fruit, roasted nuts, dark chocolate buds and panforte. It was bloody delicious.<br />
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My plan had been to dehydrate all our main meals but due to an electrical fault in our dehydrator, we ended up buying a few <a href="https://www.strivefood.com.au/" target="_blank">Strive</a> meals to see us through. We had Beef Massaman (good but a bit runny and salty), Spagbol (delicious) and Minestrone (kind of bland but good as a warming meal after a cold descent to Bert Nichols Hut).On the track we ate porridge every morning, wraps for lunches with either tuna (for me) or salami (for Rich) with assorted salady items (worth the weight in my mind) with instant hommus and a cuppa or two. Scroggin provided us with snacks throughout the day and we ended walking each day with a cuppa soup before some red wine and dinner.<br />
Extras along the way included some brie and crackers, two chocolate self saucing puddings and extra dark chocolate in the evenings.<br />
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(Yes our bags were heavy, yes it was worth it.)<br />
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General info on the Overland Track can be found <a href="http://www.parks.tas.gov.au/?base=7771" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
There are some good books on the walk too, check out <a href="http://www.booktopia.com.au/the-overland-track-warwick-sprawson/prod9781742035116.html?source=pla&gclid=CjwKEAjwq-OsBRDd95aryprR9wQSJACQnU3GBJrsLy5wEGDrAilfVYMC2f0I_XQniOh8wJxPAIEtWRoCapjw_wcB" target="_blank">The Overland Track by Warwick Sprawson</a> or one by John Chapman.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's hard to believe that almost six months has passed since I last did a post like this. I always mean to do them more often because I love a list and it seems like a good way to document what is going on in my life which is the main reason I keep this blog, whether that's the same reason you read it or not, I don't know!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Making:</i> homemade icecream, banana bread, chocolate brownies and soup are on high rotation.<br /><i>Loving: </i>Hobart. This is my favourite time of year in our beautiful town. A snow capped Mt Wellington and a dark Derwent River, what a landscape to live in!<br /><i>Drinking:</i> a pot of chai with honey and milk.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><i>Reading:</i> nothing yet but am going to spend a significant portion of the next 5 weeks of holidays reading! On the list is the Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan, Dirty Pretty Things by Michael Faudet and I'm going to try and finish Wild by Cheryl Strayed despite having tried twice now without success. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Wanting: </i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">to know where working next year. </span></span><br />
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<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Playing:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> the new Of Monsters and Men album. Still flogging the #1 Dads album too. </span></span><br /><i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Waiting: </i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">for the </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">solstice to come and go. </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> </span></span><br />
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<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Considering:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> how I got to be this lucky?</span></span><br />
<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Watching: </i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">the new season of Masterchef (always an addict) and the ABC breakfast show which is incredibly daggy but I think that's why I like it? </span></span><i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"><br /></i><br />
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<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Hoping:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> for beautiful blue skies at the Bay of Fires this weekend. </span></span><br />
<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Needing:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> to get outside more after too many long days trapped at my desk. </span></span><br /><i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Wearing:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> a lot of wool and my white leather converse. </span></span><br />
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<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Noticing:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> my tan fading away. </span></span><br />
<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Thinking: </i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">about the amazing people in my future and how grateful I am to know and love them! </span><br /><i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Buying:</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> beeswax candles. </span></span><br />
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deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-88290781188308096792015-05-11T19:22:00.001+10:002015-05-13T18:17:15.438+10:00Lately.Lately I've been on placement. It's stressful, exciting, emotional and tiring. It's simultaneously rewarding and demoralising, exhilarating and terrifying. At times it makes me doubt whether I should or even can be a nurse but mostly I finish every shift feeling a bit little more confident in my skills and my knowledge. Two weeks down, two weeks to go.<br />
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Lately I've been bushwalking. Rich and I spent the weekend at Cape Pillar. We walked across open plains, through wind stunted gums and across cliff lines over two wonderful autumn days. It's a beautiful place and the new track work is pretty incredible, if at times, excessive. I wasn't a believer before but now I can see the Three Capes Walk (or should I say Two Capes?) being an iconic Tasmanian bushwalk akin to the Overland Track.<br />
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deeleggetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15602587900103240033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748657799386951393.post-78592704190226545552015-04-11T08:31:00.001+10:002015-04-11T08:31:21.910+10:00A new home.My new home is in a quiet, L shaped street in Sandy Bay. The rivulet flows quietly behind the back fence and the Mountain looms outside my bedroom window. At night, I lie and look upon it's silhouette, illuminated by the moon against a clear and cold night sky.<br />
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This house already feels like home to me. High ceilings, large rooms and wooden window frames. A rambling garden. A gorgeous neighbour and the perfect housemate complete the picture. For now, through my honeymoon new house glow, I can look past the horrible carpet, the incredibly low water pressure in the kitchen and the apricot hued interior walls.<br />
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