We almost missed Mount Field National park, so thanks to Pete for pointing it out, and I really should pay more attention to the little map of places to visit I spent so long plotting. Mount Field is home to some very tall trees, the tallest hardwood and tallest flowering plants in the world at up to 90 metres (giant redwoods from California are taller, but not hardwood). The trees are proportioned the same as the smaller ones, so from a distance they don’t look any different. It’s only when you get up close or see one that has fallen and taken out half the forest with it that you start feeling tiny in comparison.
Grandness on another scale greeted us at Hobart, with the towering Mount Wellington looming over the capital city. I say capital city in the loosest sense, as it’s got that small market town/fishing port feel to it, but we did visit on a Sunday and hung around the harbour so I may be mistaken. We took a drive up Mount Wellington, for impressive views over the city and even more amazement at the steepness of the mountain that the van actually managed to get up. To make up for all that effort it was time for fish and chips from the floating chippies in the harbour!