After landing in Launceston, we picked up a rental car and drove towards our first destination: Cradle Mountain - Lake Saint Clair National Park. Along the way, I took a few photos from the passenger seat of the car as we drove through the lush valleys and farmland, and climbed into the mountains.
The sun appeared briefly, but I soon discovered that the weather changes quickly in Tasmania.
Cradle Mountain (which I was told has a similar shape as a gold mining cradle), reaches over 3,000 feet.
Some of the walk is on elevated platforms - keeping hikers dry and preserving the marsh area.
Eventually (and I say eventually because it seemed that at every turn there was another image that I wanted to make), I made it to Crater Falls.
On the return, we pasted Wombat Pool where minerals turn the water red.
I stopped to take a few additional images of the plants along the way.
There was just enough time to walk the Enchanted Forest path as the sun was setting.
Tasmania, certainly knows how to do trees!
The next morning was cold and a thin layer of frost covered the area as we departed south towards Queenstown.
While the view from the dam was stunning, the dam itself was also an interesting form to photograph.
Down river from the dam, the trees were thick, but there were a few locations where we could sneak a look at their reflections in the still waters.
Surrounding us were several different type of ferns, moss, and lichen.
We continued to Strathgordon, stopping at the summit for a quick photograph.
We decided to make a quick trip to the dam before sunset, on the way, we saw the most vibrant rainbow that I have ever seen and, luckily for us, the clouds broke and it stopped raining.
Small cars (like the one below), were used to quickly descend on the track to the bottom of the dam.
The visitor center was closed for the season, but made a nice reflection for a photo. I promise I wasn't "standing" while I made the second photo. : )
We took a quick detour on the way back to see the Serpentine dam (a rock-filled dam which contributes to the containment of Lake Pedder).
On the return trip, we stopped at a small lagoon. The branches and grass mirrored in the still water caught my eye but a little exploration uncovered an unexpected sandbar.