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I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.


Here are Jen and Ez enjoying the sounds of the Falls. If you look really closely, you can see Henry hopping into a barrel preparing to go over the edge.

Most of Tasmania's land mammals are live in the park, and there's a good chance you will see a small marsupial on one of the walking tracks or near the Visitor Centre.

Russell Falls itself had a three-tiered drop. Henry tackled all three, armed only with an old barrel, one Tasmanian Devil, a spotted-tail quoll, three bandicoots, two wombats, six echidnas, two platypus, nine possums, one bettong and three and a half pademelon (the Devil got hungry).

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Sue said…
I love waterfalls. And silly me...as I read your post I actually began to scroll back up to see if I could spot Henry in the barrel!
I should have realised he would be too quick for you to catch on film!
27 April 2009 at 23:01
Stefan Jansson said…
This is great. I did what Sue did but couldn't find Henry.
27 April 2009 at 23:26
Roddy said…
You should feed your son before venturing forth into the vast tract that is Australia. At the rate that Henry ate his way through the three levels the wildlife population will soon be depleted. I notice one Pademelon that was too swift for Henry.
As for going over the falls in a barrel! I do believe you need height.E.G. Niagra, Victoria, something with a little more height than the Russel Falls.
28 April 2009 at 06:39
KL said…
So many animals in that forest!!!??? Ok, I am going to Australia. When will be a good time so that I can see all those animals?

I really like that title of yours. Nature is so beautiful and awesome it cannot really be described using words or emotions or be captured in paintings or photos. Alas! we are destroying it.

I tried spotting Henry just like Sue, promise! Stop playing all these tricks on your blog-visitors :-). The fall looks very nice and not at all dangerous. Why do they have that barricade?
28 April 2009 at 08:28
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, didn't you spot him?
28 April 2009 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he ate plenty in the car. AND he had three Weet Bix that morning too.
28 April 2009 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
KL, animals everywhere here in Tasmania.
28 April 2009 at 11:18
Roddy said…
Three weet bix? Another dozen at least and he should make the Australian Cricket team. I wait with baited breath.
28 April 2009 at 21:09
Colette Amelia said…
gloriously stunning!
1 May 2009 at 15:14
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he will be a fiery quick with all rounder potential but impatient with a tendency towards to throw his wicket away chasing boundaries...
2 May 2009 at 09:33
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, it is far better in person too!
2 May 2009 at 09:35
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