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Journeys : June July 2009
In Tasmania today Heather Rose My slice of the island Heather Rose is a Tasmanian author. In 2007 Heather received an Arts Tasmania Wilderness Residency at Lake St Clair where she completed her third novel, The River Wife, which will be published by Allen & Unwin in July 2009. T he world has many beautiful lakes. I think first of Lake Tahoe in Nevada, Lake Geneva in Switzerland and Lake Toba in Sumatra. I have stood on the shores of many lakes yet Lake St Clair, with its pale grey rocky shores, the swing of the land up to Mt Olympus and Mt Hugel, the curve of the sky and the deep body of water are perfection for me. I have been coming here all my life, to camp, walk and write. Though I love the coast of Tasmania and the delights of salt water, here at Lake St Clair something older than words makes my soul sing and my spirit settle. First, there is the trip up. The meandering drive along the Derwent River to New Norfolk, where the choice of continuing on the left or the right bank of the river must be made. I tend to choose the left. Hop fields, homesteads, the signpost to National Park, rolling green hills. It’s about 15 minutes longer, but worth it. And then the journey out of Ouse and up into the hills, past the power stations to Tarraleah. 42 June / July 09 Shadow Lake A short stop at The Lodge for a soy chai and if I’m lucky, one of their lime shortbread biscuits. And then down to the wild rush of the Nive River and up again into the darkening forests. The country flattens. Lakes and buttongrass appear. The sky opens up like a book worth reading. And at last there’s the turn-off. On this final five kilometres I drive quietly, as if I’m approaching a sleeping beast I do not wish to wake. The Aboriginal people who once lived here called this place ‘sleeping water’. Sleep it does. Carved by a glacier, Lake St Clair is more than 190 metres deep, the deepest lake in the southern hemisphere. Lake St Clair Peter Mathew Tourism Tasmania amd Joe Shemesh Tourism Tasmania and Paul Sinclair Tourism Tasmania and Wolfgang Glowacki
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