An adventure in around Cradle Mountain

It will be noted by the reader that this post, like the last, is still posted one day behind. But fear not! The day succeeding the one chronicled in this post (that is, the very day this record is being written) proved rather modest in its eventfulness, granting me quite an amount of luxury to catch up, as it were.
The day which is the subject here, though, was rather the opposite, and began with a rather overpriced breakfast at the visitors center for the national park. Also at this location we also contrived our plan for the rest of the day, as we were to tackle a relatively long hike through the park.

Having stated now, and presumably convinced the attentive reader, that the day in question was a veritable carnival of events and experiences, it is with some contrition that I must now confess there was little that made for exceptional material for a blog post such as this. Our walk took us through breathtaking scenery - around lakes, up mountains, through gullies, past waterfalls and across fields, but I am impelled to state that there is little I could write on the subject that could not be better expressed through pictures. Therefore, I shall conclude this post with just a photographic record of the walk, followed by a short account of the activity we partook in the evening, after our long ramble.

I apologize for the formatting of the photos - unfortunately Blogger seems to be quite touchy regarding it.

But as promised, I shall now recount the events following our walk. Ally was familiar with the nearby sanctuary for Tasmanian Devils, having been there on numerous occasions before. The reader may not be aware, but this animal, which sounds fierce in name and vocalisations (though it is thoroughly
undeserving of this reputation) is actually quite endangered, thanks largely to the horrible facial tumour disease crippling the population. The sanctuary, then, serves to build a population free from this affliction, as well as protecting a number of other endangered species (namely two varieties of quolls, and the occasional wombat).

On Ally's advice, we arrived in time for the evening feeding, in which a group of the ravenous creatures were given their dinner of Wallaby, which they proceeded to squabble and fight over to our amusement. It must be said that they are quite remarkable and singular creatures, and charming in their own way. But for those not inclined that way, the quolls certainly satisfy those of a more conventional taste in their small, furry animals. Put a simpler way, quolls are very cute.