On our second day at Lake Tahune we walked around to the east face of Frenchmans Cap to scope out some of the longest alpine climbs in Australia. We scrambled into the shadow of a sheer, white wall, wishing we’d brought our climbing gear. The upper pitches of the routes were obscured by a wandering mist but despite this, the scale of the vertical quartzite cliffs was dizzying. Almost 400m tall and hundreds of metres across, I’ve never seen anything quite like it in Australia. After a while I turned my attention from the hidden summit to the brilliant wildflowers carpeting the ground around me. Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park.