Entering the Southern Forests was a kind of revelation. I love trees of all sorts and I'm guilty of hugging some of them from time to time. And no, I'm not crazy. Try it, it feels.....special. Consoling.
Anyway, there they were, enormous, mighty, stately trees, almost the same circumference from root to top, greyish-red or silvery or yellow bark; hundreds and hundreds of them! Yeah, silly, that's probably why they call it a FOREST....
Most impressive and I was grateful
that Harald was driving
that morning as I was fully occupied gazing at the trees and would have steered us directly into the shrubs at some point. Just look at them, aren't they gorgeous?
that Harald was driving
that morning as I was fully occupied gazing at the trees and would have steered us directly into the shrubs at some point. Just look at them, aren't they gorgeous?Best of all, tomorrow would be spend wandering around beneath and around them, something I was very much looking forward to.
When we arrived at our hostel in Walpole I was pleasantly surprised. A very nice, clean, familiar and best of all, quiet hostel with a lovely couple running it and guests that were as much into hiking as we were. So we spent the evening cooking together and exchanging tips on were to go/what to see and a good time was had by all. 
Walpole Inlet/Frankland River+Nornalup Inlet
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