“I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed open spaces until I was bouncing across a boardwalk, button-grass as far as the eye could see.” For travel writer Tayla Gentle, a trip on Tasmania’s Overland Track was just what she needed to shake off those pandemic cobwebs.
At the end of February, I officially conquered Tasmania’s Overland Track with Intrepid Travel.
I traversed the windy peaks of Cradle Valley, trekked brutally barren alpine heath, ambled through dense eucalypt forest and made it to the sun-drenched Lake St Clair. It was an odyssey spanning six-days, 65 kilometers, one blister and several mid-trek epiphanies.
When Hippocrates said ‘walking is a man’s best medicine’, he was definitely onto something. After the year we’ve had, getting out into Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park made me feel more alive, recharged and energized than sinking three espressos at my local Melbourne cafe ever could.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed open spaces until I was bouncing across a boardwalk, button-grass as far as the eye could see. I had forgotten how joyous it can be to meet new people until I was introduced to my Intrepid Travel trekking group. I’d overlooked what a day spent walking in nature can do to quiet a busy city brain.
And while I’m not the first writer to go on a really long walk and return with a few life lessons tucked into their hiking belt, I’d be doing the track a disservice if I pretended that it’s magnificent wilderness didn’t inspire at least a little bit of introspection.