You’ll step quietly through Cradle Mountain at dusk with a local guide, searching for wallabies and wombats while learning their stories. Expect torch-lit boardwalks, animal spotting near Mount Kate Hut and along Cradle Valley Walk, plus hotel pickup and drop-off so you can focus on the adventure — not logistics. The hush of night out here sticks with you long after you leave.
Your evening includes complimentary hotel pickup and drop-off in Cradle Mountain, guided commentary from a local expert throughout the walk and drive, use of hand-held torches for each guest so you don’t miss any wildlife action along the boardwalks or forest tracks — all designed so you can focus on spotting creatures rather than planning details.
Ratings come from travelers who booked this exact experience. We never edit or filter them.
Read all the reviews ›Same experience, different operators — compare price, rating and length.
Cradle Mountain: Night Wildlife Spotting Tour with PickupYou are here★ 4.86 (85)2hUS$ 90
Cradle Mountain: Tasmanian Devil Feeding Tour & Sanctuary WalkGet up close with Tasmanian devils at Cradle Mountain, join a keeper-led feeding session, wander the sanctuary all day, and enjoy free onsite parking.★ 4.93 (82)1hUS$ 29View › I didn’t expect to feel nervous stepping off the bus, but there’s something about Cradle Mountain after dark — the cold air nipping my cheeks and the way the bush goes quiet except for a few distant clicks. Our guide, Pete, handed out torches and grinned like he knew a secret. I fumbled with mine, half-expecting to trip over my own boots before we even saw a wallaby. We were only a few minutes from our accommodation but it felt like another world already.
The first thing I actually noticed was the smell — damp leaves and that sharp tang you get right after rain. Pete kept his voice low as he pointed out pademelons (which look nothing like melons, by the way), their eyes catching our lights for just a second before they vanished into the grass. Someone behind me whispered about wombats and I had to laugh because honestly, I thought they’d be bigger. The boardwalks creaked under us as we moved along Cradle Valley Walk; I kept glancing up at the sky because it was almost purple at that hour.
We stopped near Mount Kate Hut and just waited — not talking much, just listening for rustles or that weird little grunt wombats make. Pete told us stories about Tasmanian Devils (he called them “the locals with attitude”), and we all tried to spot one in the torchlight. No luck this time, but seeing quolls darting around felt pretty wild anyway. On the drive back past Waldheim Chalet, everyone went quiet again — tired maybe, or just thinking about how different everything looks at night out here. I still think about those silent patches between animal sightings, where you realize how alive it all is when you’re paying attention.
Secure checkout on Viator

Do you need help planning your next activity?