Alpine Lake in central Tasmania.
Winter conditions can arrive at anytime of the year in these beautiful places.
This wilderness is irreplaceable, wild, pristine but endangered by those who do not understand, nor care, for its fragile nature. It is not a resource to be harvested. It is a heritage to be treasured and preserved for future generations of humans and wildlife.
Easily accessible wilderness so close to the capital city.
There is no need for the proposed cablecar. To build such an eyesore is a travesty on this beautiful wilderness. We must do no further damage to this forest and leave it undisturbed for future generations to enjoy.
Planning my next trip back to this breathtaking place.
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It was an exhilarating experience as the chopper rose a few feet into the air from the landing pad, turned and – and descended down the valley, towering mountains on each side, the pilot skilfully navigating his way through the clouds, occasional turbulence and mountain passes.
Whilst there are many trekkers like myself who choose to walk to and from our destinations, increasing numbers of well off travellers/tourists use choppers to visit the region. Many risk altitude sickness as they have not had adequate time to acclimatise to the altitude.
The helicopter is a critical form of transport in the mountainous Himalayas. Without roads – the transport choices are walking, yaks, occasionally horses. Helicopters save lives in medical emergencies, allow trekkers and mountain climbers to rapidly reach distant locations and carry supplies of many types, to wherever they are needed.
Mount Everest with Everest Base camp in the foreground.
This place is so rich in history, stories of survival and death, the strength of the human spirit and great human courage. In particular the inspirational dedication, loyalty and utter dependability of the brave Sherpas, who made climbing Everest possible. I am drawn to return to the Khumbu, which I shall do in 2018.
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”―Byron,