Regular readers may have noticed that bushwalking is something of a theme here on the vertical swamp (thanks to George Cook of the 1968 expedition for the nickname), and this will be no exception to the rule.
Keen to take in some west coast sights before the area is closed to give the breeding birds a bit of privacy, I set off into a rather bracing south westerly to rendezvous at Green Gorge with team TasPAWS for a marine debris collection trip to Davis point.
The elephant seals seemed to find the deep malodorous piles of decomposing kelp on Sandy Bay beach an enchanting place to spend an afternoon. After determining experimentally that the depth was considerably over my knees and discovering a healthy population of kelp fly maggots I confess to being somewhat less charmed by them than the seals apparently were.
Oven fresh scones and hot tea courtesy of Marcus and Kim made a very pleasant greeting on arrival at Green Gorge hut, however a forecast for three days of westerly gales put paid to the Davis point trip. Plan ‘B’ was put into effect with day trips out of Green Gorge and fresh snow put a gorgeous finish on the scenery as we made our way across country to count grey petrels in Sellick bay.
Coming home via the Featherbed track provided an opportunity to look in at Aurora and Eagle caves. The caves nestle among the coastal rock-stacks uplifted with the Featherbed that make such intriguing landscapes on this part of the coast. A number of legends of debated authenticity and varied unsavouriness surround the use of Eagle cave by survivors of the “Eagle” wrecked on the west coast while they waited a year for rescue. I wouldn’t like to live in the caves, where a certain dampness pervades, but a return visit to the Featherbed is definitely on the cards. Perhaps in a year or two, when my boots dry out.