One of the lucky travellers
MY first visit to Cradle Mountain in the early 1980s was a mind-blowing experience. The sheer majesty and raw nature of the place was simply awe-inspiring. I particularly remember the silence, the solitude and the feeling of being so privileged to be able to visit a place of such unspoilt beauty and unique wilderness. Over the years, the silence and solitude of Cradle Mountain has been gradually eroded as this iconic place has been “found” and commercialised leading to the loved-todeath label being now attributed to Cradle. So I do indeed consider myself one of the lucky people who was able to enjoy and marvel in this amazing place before the 268,000 (and rising) tourists a year descended on it. What a loss to us all and where will it all end?