It’s been a mixed-bag of a weekend on many levels. Weather: rainy and stormy with high winds to warm and sunny. Running: Sluggish to Energising.
Today was a 15km run with The Running Group. I do love this group so much. Why? We are all there for the fun of running. We encourage each other. There’s no competitiveness except on a fun basis AND we genuinely like each other. Our Coach is awesome and brings out the best in us. There is no better example of this than today when the Lovely Cathy ran her very first marathon in Adelaide South Australia in 4:25:00! Her goal was just to finish. We were so happy. We found out while having breakfast together after our run. Fantastic.
All up I’ve run 48kms in three days and right now I’m feeling really encouraged about the marathon in three weeks time. Louie had a good run this morning too. Perhaps the ingredient that was missing Friday was the sunshine. Who knows. But thank goodness for good runs for both of us.
Last Sunday afternoon Pauly and I did something completely different. We live under The Great Western Tiers, Tasmania Australia, and while I’ve climbed a few of the peaks in the area I haven’t done so for years and years. Finally after much talking (eight years) we put on our trail shoes, packed a snack and off we set to climb up in the Tiers to Lady Lake Hut.
The highlands of Tasmania have a rich history of hardworking people who used the land, flora and fauna to support themselves. Farmers often went trapping in the winter to supplement their incomes and as a result developed finely honed bush skills. The weather in the mountain can change just like that, it’s tough and treacherous. And this is only a couple of generations ago. How times have changed. For the good? For the bad? I don’t know. What I do know is that the land was meant to be used and cared for. Locking it up doesn’t do it any good. Over using it doesn’t do it any good either. Finding a balance is what I believe makes good land management.
Here are a few happy snaps from last Sunday.
Lady Lake Hut is on the original site of one built in the early 1900s that subsequently burnt down during bush fires in the 1960s. The Mountain Hut Preservation Society worked behind the scenes for years to make the rebuild possible then got to work and built it as well. They have worked on a number of heritage sites to ensure the history of the pioneering past is not lost. Mountain huts were integral to the survival of those who ventured into the mountains. There was no gortex or light weight gear in those days.
The history of the hut and the rebuild, along with a helicopter crash and miraculous survival is told on a story board on the veranda of the hut. (I’ve recently read a self-published account of the helicopter crash and am amazed that anyone survived, this was all in and around the rebuilding of the hut pictured). I’ve read three different books on the history of the area and it was just lovely to finally make it up there. And it’s only a 10 minute drive and a 2km walk away from our front door. There is much I could say about my thoughts on the history of this wonderful place I call home, but since this is a running blog I’ll leave it at that.
Then it was time to head back down.
I hope you enjoyed the photos.
Happy running 🙂