List of Bushwalking Tracks of Tasmania - Bush Walking Tracks

Bush Walking Tracks

Cradle Mountain
Name Length Time Difficulty
Dove Lake - 2 hours Easy
Cradle Mountain - - -
Great Western Tiers Region
Name Length Time Difficulty
Liffey Falls 7.2km return 2.5 hours Easy
Meander Falls 7.8km return 6 hours Medium-Hard
Mother Cummings Peak - 3 hours Medium
Quamby Bluff 5.8km return 3 hours Medium
Mersey Valley
Name Length Time Difficulty
Lees Paddocks 14.2km return 6 hours Easy-Medium
Walls of Jerusalem 23.8km return 9.5 hours Hard
North East
Name Length Time Difficulty
Cataract Gorge 13.6km return 4.5 hours Medium
Legges Tor 7.6km return 3 hours Easy
Mount Arthur 9km return 4.5 hours Medium
North Coast
Name Length Time Difficulty
Archers Knob - - -
Mount Roland - - Medium-Hard
Overland Track
Name Length Time Difficulty
Mount Pelion East - - - Mount Pelion West - - -
Mount Oakleigh - - -
Mount Ossa - - -
Arm River Track - 5 hours -
Pine Valley - - -
The Acropolis - - -
The Labyrinth - - -
Barn Bluff - - -
Cradle Mountain - - -


The South West
Name Length Time Difficulty
Frenchmans Cap - - -
Western Arthurs - - -
South Coast Track - - -
Port Davey Track - - -
Federation Peak - 5 hours -

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