Monday, June 13, 2011

A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true.


Melting moments. Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011.

Now these caves started to form around forty million years ago, but seemed to be unseen until 1917, when forest workers knocked down a bloody great big tree and knocked a great big hole in the ground to reveal an entrance. As usual, they named the bugger after the governor of the time who never bothered to visit.


Mud from the mid-1960s. Hastings Cave, Huon Valley. June 2011.

The cave itself is a decent size with a bit of light. There are a bunch of stairs that can get pretty steep, but Ezra managed to them just fine. Formed in dolomite, this cave is a bit different from the usual limestone around these parts. Despite being the middle of winter, underground is pretty nice, with the temperature a comfortable nine degrees Celsius.

3 comments:

Roddy said...

It was quite comfortable, but I don't think I could handle the dampness.

Kris said...

It was very dry consider the days of rain preceding it.

Roddy said...

Somehow I think the bearskins would soak up any moisture that may be around. No wonder there are no koala bears in Tasmania.