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Mt. Hobhouse

Sometimes we find just reaching the mountain you wish to climb is a challenge enough, given that many of the access roads are owned by Sustainable Timber Tasmania, Hydro Tasmania and/or on private property. The Abels describes a route to the summit of Mount Hobhouse from the north-west but mentions access to the track proper is via the good graces of Hydro Tasmania, a precious key and a hydroelectric dam. Most walkers, when unsuccessful in obtaining the key, slog up Mt Hobhouse’s eastern side. All the accounts I have heard from friends about an eastern ascent have been just plain wretched. So the challenge was set – get the key! Many phone calls, a little sweet talking and general cajoling later and the prized key was in my hot little hands. Yippee! Time to visit one of the more remote Abels in Tasmania.

Date: 19th September 2020  Summit: 1222m

Lake King William.

Distance: Approximately 17.5km. We all had varying distances on our watches or Garmin InReach devices – averaging 17-19km between us.
Time taken: Approximately 9 hours in total. Our moving time was only 7 hours but the remainder was a leisurely lunch at the summit and numerous stops to admire the breathtaking views constantly opening up around us.
Difficulty: We would classify the route taken as medium in difficulty. It is a relatively easy track for the most part to follow but the distance does mean that it is a longer day on foot.
Type of track: Tracked to summit but the track is skinny or overgrown in some sections. Ribbons and cairns mark the entire route until the summit plateau, then pads allow for the final ascent to the summit.
Access from: Clark Dam off Butlers Gorge Road.

The Milky Way above us.
Car camping in luxury.
Clear skies in the morning were looking promising.

Tucking the key for the gates that block access across the Hydro-controlled Clark Dam into the centre console of the Mazda, we headed south late one Friday night as is our usual MO these days. We had invited our fellow hiking buddies Ben Young (known from here on in as Ben Y to save confusion) and Cathy along as they had unsuccessfully attempted the climb from the east the week before. Ben’s twin sister Stephanie would be joining our merry of band of walkers and they would meet us at 7am the next morning. We arrived at the Clark Dam about 9pm and set about pitching our new car-tent in the clearing near the jetty. It felt like luxury being able to sit back with a coffee and watch the Milky Way and star show above us before turning in for the night.

Unlocking the gate to allow access across. Without the key there is no pedestrian access across either.
Looking across the dam we would soon drive over!
Enjoying a stroll and the views from the dam before driving over it.
The cars parked at the small parking area near the small installation.

Rising to the promise of clear skies, we quickly packed up the tent and drove to the large yellow gate that blocks access to the dam to wait for Ben, Cathy and Steph. I was nervous about driving over the dam – having never driven over one before – before but also excited for the days adventure to begin. We knew once over the dam we would drive up the short, steep 4WD track up to a parking area situated by a small installation. Cathy drove on first so we could lock the two gates (there is a gate either end of the dam) and Ben Y would occasionally jump out the car to remove the odd bit of forest litter on the road. A few minutes later we were parked and ready to start the day’s explorations with our usual day pack items secured on our backs.

Setting off on the old bombardier track.
Promising morning sunshine and the forecast rain staying away.
The shores of Lake King William.
A mass of driftwood covers the lake’s edge.
Eerie beauty on the lake’s shore.

Our adventure would begin at around the 770m contour thanks to the road access up the steep 4WDtrack. Back tracking a few metres down the 4WD track we located the old bombardier track that would lead us towards Lake King William. There was much tongue tripping over the proper pronunciation of “bombardier” and its origin. We settled on “bulldozer” track as the closest descriptive. The track was obvious, spacious in places, a little crowded by scrub in others, but easy to follow. So discernible was the track that the occasional pink ribbons we spotted along the way weren’t really needed. Within 10 minutes we were on the driftwood-strewn shores of the lake. One couldn’t help but stop and enjoy the sights across the lake to a snow brushed King William Range and Slatters Peak over to our immediate west. We could have spent all day here just taking photos and exploring the waterline, fully laden with endless driftwood carcasses.

The cairn leading towards the log book.
Fresh pink ribbon indicates recent re-marking of the trail.
Reading the log book.
Scrub encroaching in some places on the track but never enough to fully cover it or prevent easy travelling.

Leaving Lake King William behind us the track turned briefly south-sou-westerly for a few hundred metres before again turning south-west and led us through wet sclerophyll forest towards the southern end of Guelph Basin. After less than two kilometres we had reached the log book and signed in, noting that the lack of entries that this really is not a well visited Abel. Perhaps it is access issues that prevent visitation, because certainly Mt. Hobhouse has a reputation for rewarding views. Once again the bombardier track was so observable that the tape markers were almost rendered obsolete. The sun was on our back, the climb was only very gradual and other than a few minor boggy sections our feet were even dry!

Rock cairns and open walking made up the majority of this section of track.
Reaching the button grass field.
Crossing the button grass.
This shot taken on the return journey to show the expanse of button grass.

As the climb gently progressed the terrain changed and we arrived upon a small button-grass plain. The panorama towards the King William Range from here literally stopped us in our tracks and had us clicking away on our cameras. How spoilt were we?! Easy walking, sunny, cloudless and views for days. The button grass tufts were low enough that crossing the plain wasn’t difficult but here the pink tape markers were more scarce. Nevertheless, crossing the button-grass plain towards a finger of scrub on our south-western side allowed us to pick up the track and tape again. I could imagine a snake or two hiding in the tussocks come summer – and I was hoping to see one given the warmness of the day – but sadly I was out of luck. The closest I would get was one of the many leeches present on this hike.

Steph standing in the small clearing at the edge of the button grass plain. Here ribbons again led the way.
Entering the spectacular rainforest.
The bombardier track continues through the rainforest.
Debates on if this is perhaps a King Billy Pine? Thanks to Stephanie we now know this is Intermediate Pine – Athrotaxis laxfolia

The track continued to be both well-marked and worn and so we were not needing to expend any energy on navigating. All our combined research had indicated that we need not even consider leaving the bombardier track until about 500m past the creek crossing we would reach further along – that’s what everyone else seems to have done in the past. The track was now heading through some of the most impressive old growth myrtle rainforest we have ever seen. Everything was green and furry. Textures and shades burst from every possible surface and giant trees with humungous bases stood proud or covered massive expanses of forest floor where they had fallen. Oh to witness the thunderous sounds and earth rocking shudders as they hit the ground!

The creek flowing enough to male it pretty but not enough that crossing was difficult.
Off track now and climbing the ridge. Looking for the taped route.

We reached the unnamed creek crossing and again stopped just to immerse ourselves in the beauty surrounding us. We were enjoying the easy walking and pink tapes maybe a little too much as we would make our only navigational mistake for the day at this point. As mentioned previously our research indicated that we would leave the obvious bombardier track about 500m after a sharp turn in contours past the creek. We would then use the ridgeline to access the summit. Given the pink tape was still leading us along the bombardier track and we hadn’t gone past the sharp turn we didn’t feel the need to second guess our research and all the route markers? After all both tapes and cairns were now leading along the bombardier track. WRONG.

The rainforest section required climbing up and over fallen timber at times.
About to join back onto the official taped route.

In hindsight we realise we left the bombardier track a little too late and should have ignored the pink tape leading us along it! All five of us failed to spot a second route leading off the bombardier track to our left – it too marked with pink tape (which in fairness isn’t immediately obvious where as the misguiding tape is blatantly obvious!). The cairn on the edge of the bombardier track was also no more significant than the other cairns along it as it appeared to have been toppled over and definitely did not indicate a direction change. On reflection we should not have gone around the large bend as everyone seems to but instead left the track before it.

As a result of following the wrong tape lines we left the bombardier track too late and were now on an untracked climb up the ridge. The walking was still easy at this stage as it was open rainforest, but I was eager to get us back towards the taped route. Luckily we located it after a few hundred metres as it saved us from what could have been a miserable untracked bush-bash to the top!

The half collapsed cairn we found on our return journey. In the background you can just see tape leading into the rainforest.
The rebuilt cairn including some pink tape we found on the forest floor. This is the junction that you leave the bombardier track and follow the correctly taped route!

PRO TIP: In order to get on the easy and well marked “official track” make sure that after crossing the unnamed creek you take a sharpish left immediately. Here the trail will shortly lead you alongside a large fallen tree on your right hand side and approx. 100m after the tree (about 350-400m all up from the creek) you will see a larger cairn on your left hand side ( we added a few rocks back onto the cairn that had obviously been toppled in the past somehow) . Look up and deep into the forest and you will see a pink ribbon. This is your cue to leave the bombardier track. Do NOT continue to follow the false leads along the bombardier track. You can thank us later 😉

Elevation climbing as we leave the rainforest behind us.
Views of the King William Range opening up.
Slatters Peak looking mighty fine!
Hereward Crag (centre) and Slatters Peak (right) overlook Lake Rufus to our west.

Now back on the extremely well marked track we were climbing properly for the first time in the day. Not steeply, but consistently. We wandered past huge tree ferns, more giant myrtles and sassafrass – all of us pleasantly surprised at how easy the day’s walking had been thus far. We were now tracking south-eastwards and it was obvious that someone had recently performed some degree of track maintenance. Sections were freshly taped and some scrub had been cut back a little. Thank you to whomever has gone to this effort in preserving this route.

The elevation increasing and terrain changing.
Although the scrub was dense in some sections the ribbons lead through the path of least resistance.
Heading to the northwesternmost rocky knoll.
Small random sections of rock intersperse with the scrub.

The delightful rainforest eventually succumbed to heavily wooded and denser scrub including bauera. In some sections we needed to climb over forest litter or clamber across larger boulders and small rocky outcrops that lay in the forest. The scrub then changed once again, and for a brief section became fantastically dense. Pink ribbons continued to lead us thorough this dense section though and allowed for passage through the path of least resistance. The elevation was climbing too and this was the only real section that I finally felt some mountain in the mountain!

Mount Hobhouses’ northernwestern knoll.
The taped route leading between the two rocky outcrops that allow easy breach of the ridgeline onto the plateau below the summit.
Thankfully the track skirts the rocks.
The summit area in the background.

We were now moving up the ridgeline with Mount Hobhouse’s northern-western rocky knoll visible for the first time through the trees. Climbing steeply we continued on through a mixture of scrub and rock with an obvious pad made more so by the kind person who has actually cut back some of the intrusive vegetation. Just below the knoll we stopped to catch our breath and admire the clear views of the King William Range.

Now on the south western side of the knoll the views opening up.
The pad distinct for the first few hundred metres behind the first knoll.

Cairns now supported our journey along the pad. Passing below the northwestern knoll we were careful to not be eager and climb onto the ridge too early, least we make it harder on ourselves than necessary. Sticking to the pad would eventually lead between two high rocky outcrops, and we finally breached the ridgeline. In the distance to our south-east we could see the knoll that held the summit. But it was the views to our south-west that held us enthralled – The Spires in all their glory. Ben Y got particularly excited, as these Abels are generally regarded as the most remote and challenging to get to!

Initially the pad disappears but the walking is easy due to low scrub.
Ben Y scouting some higher ground.
Using rock slabs to cross towards the summit high point area.

Heading off in the direction of the summit we used the well defined pad until… it ran out. Or rather, it got completely obscured in scrub. Given it was a clear day and we could sight the summit high point this wasn’t vexing any of us. I led the way using the plethora of animal pads available until we were again on the semi-obvious pad. The walking was easy as the vegetation was lower alpine heath. We headed directly for the rock slabs and scree across the small vegetated section. It took us just over 20 minutes from rounding the first knoll onto the summit plateau to reach the summit itself, which indicates how easy the walking was for the final section. We had been previously told this final 500m section was ‘absolutely delightful’ to walk, and would have to agree!

The rocky outcrops in the distance that hold the summit.
Closing in on the final rocky outcrop.
Following the cairns to the summit.
The final push to the summit.

Arriving at the rocky terrain that would carry us to the summit we passed by the occasional cairn but they were totally unnecessary really. Crossing the rock slabs between the final two small outcrops was easy and a short scramble had us touching the summit cairn in under 4.5 hours, even with all our stops to admire the views and take photos.

Yay! The stick and cairn marking the summit!
A spot of lunch with a not-too-shabby view 😉
King WIlliam I and Lake King William, with a snowy Mt Gell peaking behind.
Lake Rufus and Hereward Crag, with Lake Rufus below.

We had spent the morning leisurely walking, climbing, chatting and enjoying the views on offer. We had also until this point thought the views very fine indeed. Well. We. Were. Gobsmacked. WOW. The views from the summit were heavenly – 360 degree heavenly. Every which way we looked we were spoilt. Uninterrupted views of the entire King William Range, Diamond Peak, Prince of Wales Range, The Spires, The Denison Range, Wylds Craig, Wentworth Hills, the Gordon River and even the Wellington Range. What was most amazing was that all of these far mountains felt close. Although a great distance separated us from them they felt and appeared so close that one might believe you could stretch your hand out really far and touch them!

South towards the Denison and Gordon Ranges.
South-east towards Mt Shakespeare and Wylds Craig.
South-west towards The Spires.
Looking northwest along the Mt Hobhouse ridgeline, with King William II and Slatters Peak in the distance.
Looking north back at the expanse of Lake King William, with Wentworth Hills in the distance.

The weather gods were shining on us and so there was nothing more to do for now than enjoy a piece of birthday cake to celebrate Ben and Steph’s birthday. Where would you rather be to celebrate, really? Reluctant to leave, we spent a good 45 minutes sunning ourselves and appreciating how truly lucky we are in Tasmania. But alas, it was time to put our packs back on and head homewards. A mighty fine mountain, a fine day and some very fine company. This is what adventures are made of for sure.

Route taken tp Mt. Hobhouse via Clark Dam.

2 thoughts on “Mt. Hobhouse

  1. Great blog, thanks again for an awesome day! Also we are pretty sure the pine was an Intermediate Pine, Athrotaxis laxifolia.

    1. Thanks Steph – we’ll always defer to your family’s vastly superior knowledge of flora and fauna. Just like having Sir David Attenborough AND Peter Cundall along for the ride 😉

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