One big day. Mt McDonald from the Jamison River. It wasn't the climb that made it challenging, or not alone anyway. It was the the regrowth since the fires that had obliterated the track. What was described as a 2.5 to 3 hour trip before the fire became a five hour epic to the top. The good side of it was that the ascent was actually a test of navigation through scrub that blocked out the view. Once over 1400 metres the scenery emerged and its was impressive. But I think Julie was beyond appreciating by that stage. After a short time at the summit in cold winds, we traversed down the east ridge. Very scenic walk along a sharp ridge profile. But Julie found it a struggle after the climb.
This represents some of the more open country found on the ascent.
Further up it cleared as it became steeper.
But scenery raised spirits at various points.
The top was windy and cool.
But there was still energy to send the summit picture to some friends at work.
A hot cup of soup helped.
The ridge walk was impressive.
But the day was taking its toll.
Happiest moments with a full stomach by a warm fire with no-one around.