BIGGER THAN BEN HUR

DO you remember your first multi-day bushwalk? Was it somewhere that touched your soul and drew you back? I can remember feeling like I’d walked into Willy Wonka’s factory. My jaw dropped and I was astounded by the everlasting gob-stopping views in all directions. I couldn’t believe that a place as beautiful as this existed. That place was the Walls of Jerusalem National Park and it was 1999, early in my bushwalking days.

With memories that still played out like photos, I was ecstatic at the prospect of heading back there. Although much has changed in my bush experience since then, I was delighted to be heading back with someone who felt like an old friend, the guides from Tasmanian Expeditions. These guys were the first to start commercial walking trips on the Overland Track in 1968, as well as taking the first commercial rafting trips down the Franklin River in the ‘70s. A pedigree that speaks of experience, knowledge and a deep love and respect for