Hiking on the Northwest Spur

There are some places that are just so magically beautiful that you feel close to tears just witnessing them.

This was how I felt this morning whilst walking along the Northwest Spur in Harrietville’s Alpine National Park.

With damp ground underfoot, mist in the air and dew sparkling in the trees, I could not help but feel like I was being watched (in a peaceful rather than creepy manner) by some otherworldly being, much greater than myself.

On my brief hike, I encountered numerous species of fungi, the raging west branch of the Ovens River, towering gum trees, serene tree ferns, a person, a deer, the home of a bowerbird and an innate sense of contentment.

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