It was a busy and tiring week and I needed some fresh air. We (my partner and I) therefore made an almost impromtu decision to make a trip down to Marriots Falls this weekend Saturday. I had been on the track once during the Australasian Bryophyte Workshop in 2007 but I never got to the falls, distracted by all the bryophytes along the trail.
This time I was determined to get to the falls. I had an ulterior motive though…
During the bryophyte workshop, someone had collected an interesting liverwort, Castanoclobos julaceus. This liverwort from the family Trichocoleaceae is interesting because it is a rare plant in New Zealand and was originally known only from New Zealand. There are however a number of older collections from Tasmania which were not verified until recently. Interestingly, this liverwort appears to be more in Tasmania than in New Zealand. Still, it is by no means very common here. I wanted to meet it and photograph it in situ. I had previously only seen and photographed it from a fresh collection under the kind permission of the collector during the bryophyte workshop.
The track was much wetter than I remembered, possibly because of the recent rains. I managed to hold off the urge to look at bryophytes but this time it was the numerous fungi that slowed us down.
There were just so many of them I simply could not photograph everything. Also I’ve really got to get a copy of Bruce Fuhrer’s toadstood guide. Seeing all those lovely toadstoods without a name to mind was driving me nuts.
After numerous stops photographing toadstools (and some bryophytes) we finally reached the fall. It was spectacular. The water volume was so tremendous we had to take a photo from a distance to prevent the mist from getting onto our lenses.
Then after getting over my awe of the spectacular sight I hunted around for my quarry, the Castanoclobos. It was to no avail. I simply couldn’t find it, large and showy as the species is. Maybe it was hidden behind the curtain of water. That was a major disappointment.
We had to leave before the sky got dim. We were wet and our clothes were soiled by the end of it all but the walk was nonetheless a wonderful one.