I’M not a religious man, but some things are definitely worth praying for. Some circumstances are so important, the alternative so dire, that asking a favour of The Almighty is worth a shot, just in case. An unbroken stretch of perfect weather in Tasmania’s famously fickle Southwest National Park is one of those things. We were to tackle Australia’s hardest on-track walk over a week in early autumn, and fierce storms lashing through the turbulent World Heritage Area would put paid to our attempt as surely as a well-aimed trekking pole to the knee cap. We might get lucky? Friends laughed at our naivety. The weather was everything. We prayed.
Before I was even fully awake, Kevin was parking his mini bus in Huon Campground under a sky the colour of hopelessness. As the owner of Tasmanian Wilderness Experiences, Kev specialises in hiker transport around the island, although when pushed he admits he’ll act as a guide for experienced
