I just spent three days honouring my father-in-law’s 70th birthday wish to return to his favourite place on earth.
I used to think Tasmania’s Cradle Mountain was spectacular no matter which way you cut it.
But now I see that, due to its extraordinary popularity, it’s cut in twain with a car park.
I certainly can’t complain. I was part of the crowd stomping on and gawking at this erstwhile wilderness.
But as I turned to leave, Joni Mitchell’s song leapt to mind.
I don’t know what the answer is.
Perhaps you do.
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