Cradle Mountain is a saw-toothed crest of dolerite standing 1,545 metres over the Tasmanian highlands, above a dark glacial lake with a lone timber boatshed on its shore. On a still morning the two horns lie doubled in that water, sharp enough to trace peak for peak, and the reflection comes and goes as the breeze crosses it. The boatshed in the foreground was cut from King Billy pine by the park's first ranger, unused for decades. That timber is worth knowing about. King Billy and pencil pine are Tasmanian conifers that grow slowly, live past a thousand years, and have no defence against fire. The summit is harder than the lake. The last climb crosses a steep field of dolerite blocks that you pull yourself up by hand, and cloud closes over the top more often than not, so plenty of walkers turn back at the boulders. On a clear day it opens onto a plateau of lakes and moor with nothing built on it anywhere.
From the Dove Lake shore the Overland Track sets off south, sixty-five kilometres and six days to Lake St Clair across alpine moor, rainforest and glacial valley. You do not need all of it: the first climb, to Marions Lookout, gives you the lake and the mountain from above. In late April and May the fagus turns, and the steep sides of Crater Lake hold one of the densest stands on the mountain, so the whole bowl goes gold and rust at once. It is Tasmania's only winter-deciduous tree, and it grows wild on no other island, low and twisted rather than tree-shaped, so you walk through the colour at eye level instead of under it. Wombats graze out on the buttongrass in the last hour of light, and after dark the forest belongs to the Tasmanian devil, the largest meat-eating marsupial left, heard far more often than seen. None of the old trees here would survive a fire. A single one erases a stand that took a thousand years, and on burnt ground they do not come back.