I car camped at Teds Beach last night after arriving in the SW at 9.30pm last night with the intention on climbing Mt Cullen and The Sentinels - as the title might alude to, only one of my goals were achieved. I needed to be back in Hobart for work by 3.30 so time was tight....
I started walking up Cullen at 6am and made good time up the eastern spur breaking through the mist just in time to witness a magnificent sunrise over a sea of clouds punctuated by the magnificent crags and peaks of the SW.
My intention was to traverse the ridge from East to West then drop into the saddle leading to the true summit of Mt Cullen. This is indeed what I achieved, but stupidly I made the final ascent of Cullen directly from the East of the saddle and encountered several very thick bands of Baura/Cutting Grass/Banksia scrub which slowed progress somewhat. Once up top I could see a much easier lead if I had sidled further to the South of the summit, this is a lesson I really need to learn for off-track as I'm well aware Western and Southern faces tend to have much lower scrub....next time maybe.
The summit gave stupendous views in all directions from the POW range, The Spires to The Denisons, Mt Field etc etc, but with particularly stunning views of The Sentinel and Frankland Ranges. Lakes Gordon and Pedder were still under a sea of cloud but I wasn't concerned as my next goal for the day was The Sentinels where these vast watery impoundments would be in full view.
I made quick time back to the car totally stoked and ready for the next mission, BUT fate was to deal a most cruel blow.....
A horrible flat tyre awaited me The car was in an awkward position and I could not move it much, a bit of ingenuity and much cursing eventually got the necessary repair made.
My time window was fast closing, arriving at The Sentinels carpark I had 2.5 hrs up my sleeve, just enough i figured - I headed to the logbook, took note of a couple of familiar names and was about to sign in when a bell went off in my head, daylight saving had kicked in overnight One and a half hours probably wouldn't be enough time, especially for me and my dodgy left knee!
With tail between my legs I shuffled back across the Wedge River to leave The Sentinels for another day, but what a day to miss the chance - absolute bluebird conditions all the way back to Hobart.
Still I can't complain the walk up Mt Cullen was well worth the journey, just wish I had stayed up there longer though....