A Traverse of Tassie’s Du Cane Range
The Goddess of Chaos had thrown her arms around me. And not for the first time on this traverse. For the third occasion here on Tasmania’s Du Cane Range, Eris—the goddess of not only chaos, but of discord, strife, disunity, of (as the Ancient Greeks would say) daimona—had thrown her psychologically threatening-to-be-dead weight arms around me, leaving me bewildered by ambiguity. Firm earth was tenuous. Cloud was the dominant feature.
Scientifically speaking, it was only vapour. In practical terms, however, its impact was three-fold.
Firstly, while it wasn’t ‘raining’, the clouds’ water-particle composition meant it may as well have been. These insidious, microscopic particles—stewing and swirling in Eris’s dervish wind—had me in head-to-toe waterproofs. The low temps had also prompted me to start…
