Sunday, February 28, 2016
Launceston has a variety of hiking/camping stores, parks and signs directing you to public washrooms – so it’s essentially heaven. I purchased a fuel canister and enough food to remind me of the downside of eight days in the wilderness, and decided after feeling how heavy it was to not return to the store to buy the peanut butter cookies that I had forgotten.
Earlier my bed was a muss with gear and food and I kept being unable to find items, then getting unjustifiably suspicious that New Roommate #1 had taken them because she was cross that I was making noise at 10:30 AM. I’m sure she’s a perfectly nice person but more importantly, no one wants my dirty Nalgene. Probably no one even wants to touch it.
I also arranged my end-of-hike transportation from Lake St. Clair, where I’ll be camping for a few nights, to Hobart. Backpacker dorms are cheaper than tent sites at Cradle Mountain, but more expensive at the lake.
