Southwest National Park
Directions - Located two hours south of Hobart, take the Southern Outlet and then Huon Hwy until you reach the signs for Darcy Link turnoff. Follow this until you reach Creekton Rd and turn left. Follow this past Duckhole Lake and then turn right onto Coal Hill Rd. The car park is at the end of a slip road (watch for Adamsons Falls sign).
The Hike - My dalliance with Southwest National Park continued after a lovely morning spent exploring Duckhole Lake. The next hike on the agenda was the 6.6km return journey to Adamsons Falls and back. I had considered doing Adamsons Peak but the description of the track mentioned quite a bit of muddy and boggy ground to get through. Without my gaiters or a way of thoroughly cleaning my clothes/boots I decided that the journey to the falls was a much better option. With the starting point just a hop and skip away from Duckhole Lake, it was a short drive to the end of the gravel road where the trail head is located. With a car already in the parking area I wouldn't be alone on this hike and packed up my bag to start another Tasmanian adventure.
The start of the trail was classically Tasmanian based off my experiences so far, a bit underwhelming but leading to something amazing. Adamsons Falls starts with a continuation of the gravel track you drove in on, just a bit muddier and also not open to vehicles anymore. The reason for the vehicle track is the start of this hike is through regrowth forest but luckily there are still a few examples of ancient trees that were left alone. The dominant forest here is made up of skinny trees trying to fight for sunlight and space so it definitely feels like a regrowth forest, further highlighted by the wide track. Muddy in places, you can see the efforts of people trying to avoid getting muddy boots so early but given how wide the track was becoming I did my bit for the environment and just walked up the middle. With a lot of squelching I was secretly hoping that this was the worst of it and soon the hike would find itself on more enjoyable single track. My prayers were answered by the hiking gods and the familiar orange marker you see on so many Tassie hikes pointed me off onto a slightly narrower track. The muddy bits remained but thankfully there were the remnants of previous efforts to provide planks for walkers to step on although some were beautifully covered in bright green moss so I avoided those ones.
The track started to get a little wilder with a fallen tree requiring a bit of stretching and shuffling to get under and a very large reminder appeared on just how big the trees and their root systems can get in Tasmania. I posted a poll on Instagram about this fallen tree and whether it looks like a lions face or something else (I think you can guess). It was close but "something else" was the winner. Moving on to more highbrow events, the quality of the scenery from here on out gets a lot better as you now stick to narrow single track and I do mean stick as the mud in sections requires you to abandon all hopes of clean boots. While not as bad as some of the knee deep trekking in Costa Rica I experienced, there were occasions where a nice solid bit of ground turned into an ankle deep hole with my foot firmly buried in the ooze. While this was funny the first few times it had me thinking that a few sections of 2-3m long boardwalks would easily fix this right up and go a long way to stopping people avoiding these areas and encroaching on the nearby undergrowth.