Egg in the Snow

Egg in the Snow

It has been a long time coming but Matt finally got his wish to muck around in the Delica in the snow. With a promising forecast we headed off to the closest most accessible snow at Mt Field NP (kunanyi is closer but the road always ends up closed way before the snow).

On our way up the road towards Lake Dobson it really did look like we weren’t going to get anything but rain and then suddenly around a corner it turned into…

We kept heading up the mountain and reached Lake Dobson where we parked and met a few other adventurous people. The snow was absolutely incredible and by far the best I’ve ever seen in Tasmania, it was a dry white power and bizarrely not especially cold. We mucked around, went on a walk, built a snowman and then attempted to head off. Unfortunately this is where things started to get a bit complicated as the entry to the car park was getting clogged with traffic, mostly AWDs that really shouldn’t have been there. On our way out of the car park we had to move 3 people and dig out one of them. In the process of stopping we also got “stuck”, I say stuck in inverted commas because had we not needed to stop we wouldn’t have become stuck and also it took me 2 minutes to dig us out which is very different to the 3 hours in a clay bog hole we had last weekend.

Anyway, we continued to make our way down the mountain freeing a few more people and advising others to turn around as we went. Once we were out of the snowline it was much more easy going and were next to the fire in the National Park Hotel in time for lunch.

I felt a bit frustrated when we were on social media a couple of hours later and the local news pages had started reporting on the story of people getting stuck. The articles were all directed towards anyone going up into the snow and needing to be rescued was an idiot rather than; someone should have been policing the road and making sure only high clearance 4WDs were going up there, that the awesome 4WDers were spending a good portion of their day rescuing people without the correct gear and, that everyone got home safe and sound. I really hope there isn’t any kind of generalised consequence eg. shutting the access road, because some people didn’t think their actions through.

Enough of that rant. On the way home we stopped at the raspberry farm and got some syrups for our soda water. We were both really happy with how The Egg performed in the snow, as it seems with most 4WD obstacles it managed it was ease and we can tick off another terrain we have experience in. Matt is already working out the itinerary for the next snow day.

Back on the Cold Island

Back on the Cold Island

It’s been a lot of work catching up but we’re nearly there. I can’t believe it’s been 12 months since we bought Egg and how much the world has changed since. I’m writing this from the couch in my cosy house in Glenorchy Tasmania where we are hiding out from COVID-19 and doing our best to save up for our trip.

In October 2019 Matt and I visited Tassie to have a look at the houses we’d been building and I decided to do a couple of speedy job interviews. I’d had enough of Brisbane and two good opportunities presented themselves in the same time frame. Of course fate dropped one of the jobs in my lap and the lure of an increased household income of $30,000 tempted Matt away from his Brisbane life. Finally we were moving back home to Tasmania!

Since getting back we haven’t done very much to be honest. Matt lost his job thanks to the Rona and then Tasmania shut down until last week when we were finally allowed to travel around our beautiful state again. Yas! I knew that the first place I wanted to visit was either Hartz or Mt Field and we ended up deciding that Mt Field would be a better option as it was also in the same direction as the best potato cakes in the world. So we forked out the $123 for a two year Parks Pass ( and jumped in the car.

Because Tasmania is so small it only took us 27 minutes to reach The Agrarian Kitchen Eatery which turned out to be located in the notorious Willow Court Asylum, a place that I managed to successfully avoid in the 20 years I previously inhabited Hobart. Oh boy if you are even remotely inclined to spook I wouldn’t recommend this place. Matt and I spent an hour walking around it and then exploring the numerous rusting cars and a creepy closed antique shop . It really gave me the prickles, particularly the women’s building for some reason. If you like haunted buildings definitely check it out.

After working up an appetite by scaring myself silly we wandered over to the Bronte Building where the Agrarian Kitchen were running their takeaway set up, complete with the fire pits that should have been used at the cancelled Dark MoFo Festival. I’m a big foodie and I’d been hearing a lot of good things about the Sourdough Potato Cakes so we grabbed a serving of those ($12) a couple of hot drinks, and a plum jam roll ($8) to finish off. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves but I don’t think it is possible for a better potato cake to exist.

We got back in the car and kept heading west towards Mt Field National Park. We were both very keen for some snow and the forecast was looking good. On the road up to Lake Dobson I was a little bit concerned about how the car would handle the incredibly steep road as a front wheel drive with icy gravel but it went ok. As we climbed the temperature plummeted from 8 degrees to 0 by the time we got to the lake. It was no surprise that the lake was nearly frozen over, it was cold but unbelievably beautiful.

We were quite well prepared for the weather as it was (lightly snowing) but we didn’t have a space blanket, enough food or wet weather pants so we decided that the risk of becoming an idiot needing to be helicoptered off a mountain was too high to keep going.

On the way back down the hill we pulled over at two spots the first was just down the road from the lake. I’ve forgot the exact name but it was something like Patchwork Walk or Marshy Meander. It was beautiful whatever it was called with the snow falling around us in flurries coating the incredible variation of flora with icy drops that shone in the light.

The second walk we did was to Lady Barron Falls, which was a comparatively warm 6 degree stroll through the rainforest. I enjoyed stopping every couple of minutes to take a photo of the huge variety of fungi lining the track. It was quite muddy but I managed in my runners without too much grief. The tiered waterfall was flowing well and the viewing platform provided the perfect makeshift tripod for my camera. I took some nice photos and we made our way back to the car and out towards civilisation.

I have got to say with the exception of our van now being stuck 2000km away in Brisbane. It’s great to be home.