When nature decides to build its own bridge.

Walking along the Pencil Pine Track in Cradle Mountain, I came across this serene stream. The water flowed steadily over dark rocks, its slightly brownish hue a testament to the natural tannins from the surrounding vegetation. A large fallen tree trunk spanned across the stream like a natural bridge, inviting contemplation. Surrounded by lush green shrubs and towering trees, I felt a deep sense of tranquility. The soft afternoon light filtered through the canopy above, casting gentle shadows and adding to the peaceful ambiance of this untouched landscape.