Summertime In Tasmania

There is definitely something wrong here. Yes, that is a snowman, albeit a small one. And no, I'm not quite as happy as I look about it. It is the dead of summer and there is snow on the mountain tops. Down below the mountains, it's been raining off and on with highs of around 55 and lows near freezing. A flimsy fleece is the warmest clothing I brought, a "light jacket" in case of "cool summer nights". You will find Kane roaming the nearly frozen lands in shorts. At least he's upgraded the flip flops to athletic shoes and ankle socks.

The first half of this trip looked promising (weather-wise), but the latter half has turned on us, betraying us with our short sleeved shirts and swimsuits in hand. Rain and cold forced (ok, maybe coerced) us away from our intended hike around Dove Lake yesterday, and last night was completely sleepless for me since we're in a tiny, non-heated room with bunk beds (hence I don't even get Kane to keep me warm). But alas, we continue on.

I am complaining now because I am currently experiencing this blight of cold, but I'm sure it will not define our trip. We've seen some really cool stuff and have a lot to report about Ol' Tassie, which, as mentioned before, will be more thoroughly blogged upon our return. For now, I thought I'd send a Tas update and complain to the internet a bit about how freaking cold I am. It makes me feel better, ok? ;-)