Mt Morriston 10 Jun 2017.
The way there was definitely more fun than the climb
Mt Morriston is more of a navigational task than a serious climb – and the challenge I’m talking about is the car one before the foot part begins. Once you’ve parked in the right spot, it would be pretty impossible not to reach the summit. Don’t expect a good car: hike ratio, either.
Because I knew this little fact about Morriston, I decided to take it in as we drove past Lake Leake on our way to Triabunna to catch the Maria Island ferry. And because the difficult part is negotiating the forestry roads (some of which are not mapped), I have included the whole car trip from the main road to where we parked in the map below. If you want this as an actual gpx file, feel free to contact me.
I am ashamed to admit that this “climb” took us about two minutes in each direction. As you can see from the photo, Bruce is very casually dressed, having not even paid the mountain the courtesy of a pair of gaiters. It had been so frosty on the way there that I thought the bush could be white and slippery, but the trees prevented that. I wasn’t really in the mood for a white march that morning, so I was in luck. Meanwhile, having been spared that ordeal, we sure did enjoy the spectacle of a pink icy landscape at sunrise in the midlands on our way. (It was minus three as we left the car to conquer this heady peak. Don’t be fooled by Bruce’s shorts into thinking it was mild weather).