Our ridge didn’t do much in the way of climbing upward, rather it was happy providing an unending chain of rocky outcrops — never more than a few metres wide — broken by gaps that could be so small we could jump over, or so large as to require a serious back-track to find a way around.
PARTICIPANTS: – Hon. President Chantal Bronkhurst (first outing) – Pete Harvey (avoided last year’s event by hiding in AFRICA, Jo take note) – Mitchell Isaacs (Navshield #4) – Tom Murtagh (Navshield #4) – Many people in other teams, coordinating the event, farming nearby etc
Winter is a wonderful time to be in the mountains. The crisp, chill air is so refreshing, making for perfect walking, and the dynamic, ever-changing weather makes sure you get to see your surroundings in so many different lights that they seem constantly new.
This trip was originally planned as an early winter climb to the summit of Mt Gungartan, 2068m in the Snowy Mountains. However, other commitments meant that the walk was now pushed further into winter, and so the prospect of more snow and harsher conditions was likely. And, as luck would have it, a series of strong cold fronts in the forecast meant that things were always going to be unpredictable up there. Of course, that can be part of the fun, as long as you go well prepared. I’m pleased to say that everyone took the required gear list seriously, and everyone came well equipped for our walk into a wintery wilderness. After battling the Friday traffic, and with the daunting prediction for storm force winds and possible blizzards, our party of 5 made the long road trip down to the Snowy Mountains, stopping for refreshments at Marulan, then onto Cooma where we collected our snowshoes. Although not included in my original plans, the snow conditions meant that it would be near impossible to do the walk without them. They proved to be indispensible, and easy to use. We have since discovered some designs are better than others , but more on that later!
We started the weekend with a walk from Winmalee, up Blue Gum Swamp to Grose Mountain Lookout. Along the way we met a man who had walked with SUBW many years ago with many stories of club trips to share. He joined us to the top of Grose Mountain where we had lunch.
On Saturday morning we met in the Blackheath car park, and after coffee and snacks we set off for the Wolgan Road. Just past the Angus Place Colliery, we turned off and headed up the fire trail that climbs onto the divide. Just before the steep descent to Baal Bone Gap, we parked the cars and shouldered our packs. It was not too far to Baal Bone gap where we could fill up our water containers at the pressure reducing station. We were not the only ones there – a large part of 4WD’ers had turned up.
Donkey Mountain is about as close as I can imagine to what bushwalker heaven might be like. An amazing island of rock, soaring out of the valley, ringed by towering cliffs, dotted with distinctive pagodas, the rock fractured by countless cracks, canyons and caves all waiting to be explored.
It was just three days before winter. As I jumped into my car to set off up the mountains I looked at the weather station at Mt Boyce — pretty much the same altitude as where we were heading. It was reporting a chilly two degrees, with a wind chill that would make it feel even colder.
We set out on Saturday morning from the Golden Stairs carpark on Narrow Neck. On the way down the stairs, we were met by many runners coming in the opposite direction – running up the stairs (well to be truthful, few were actually running). They were on a 100 km fun run. We were to see them again later. Once down on the main track to the Ruined Castle, we left the runners behind. Quiet was regained. But only temporarily, there began a chorus of bird calls. Craig, a keen bird spotter pulled out his binoculars to see as well as hear.
A few people from the club had been suggesting that I should actually run a nude trip, rather than just surprising people with some impromptu nakedness when the conditions were right, so with a free day coming up and the promise of a sunny outlook ahead this trip was born.
PARTY Amanda Walasik Anne Nguyen Ashley Burke Ben Pullicin Cathy Stansbury Chee Wong Christian Wilson Helena Miranda Huy Lam Lilian Donoso Maria Traversa Nick Coleman-Hicks Pam Ong Parastoo Saharkhiz Peggy Huang Sky Ella Reidy Tony Ruzek Yu-Chun Huang Yumi Hong
That idea isn’t surprising — this stunning upper gorge is what gave birth to the conservation movement in Australia and lead to the eventual formation of the Blue Mountains National Park after all — but how many people stop and ponder what is in the other two thirds of this river’s course.
Four of us set out in Ben’s care for a trip up to Katoomba, where we met up with Zoe and Ashleigh, and then collected Lilian off the train. Then a short drive to the Victoria Lookout kiosk where we parked cars and headed off to Furbers Steps and down into the Jamieson Valley. There are…
As some may remember from an earlier post of mine, I had decided completing the whole Great North Walk in sections was part of my 2012 New Years Resolution. I have since managed to walk both Berowra to Brooklyn in a day and Thornleigh to Mt Kuringai in another day. Before crossing to complete the sections past the Hawkesbury I wanted to walk the part to the City.
As we drove up the mountains, through constant drizzle, it was looking like we’d be stuck with a pretty miserable day. But the three boys in the back of the car, aged nine, four and two, weren’t deterred. It was the last day of school holidays and they were desperate for an adventure!
After arrival at Cowan Station, with numbers lesser than expected, we all set out along the section of the Great North Walk between Cowan and Brooklyn. The walk crosses over the F3 Freeway and then a sheltered valley to Jerusalem Bay. It is evident that “improvements” in the form of extra cut steps and hand rails are intruding on what has always been a basic but attractive bush track. Anyway, after…
Walkers: Bruce, Mollie, Sophie, Dimitri, George K, Shayna, Michael M, Hayden, Tee, Emma, Jenifer, Abhisht, Sarah, Jacklyn, Eva, Isabela, Robert S, Nathan, Jali, Michael J, Anne, Ben T, Luck, Parastoo, Ankit, Katerina, Rebecca, George W. (Although, if you count the people in the photo on Otford Station there are 30 ? more about that in a minute ? read on).
When I first began bushwalking, I remember being easily amazed by almost everything I experienced. While I’m still just as passionate about nature and the Aussie bush, the reality is that experience seems to take away a little of the wonder. Even the physical excitement, the adrenalin, inevitably lessens with each dicey scramble or long abseil.
We met up in Kanangra early on Saturday morning. Here we consolidated our gear and decided to have a crack at both Dione Dell and Middle Christys over the two days we had. I also persuaded Tony and Sharon to leave behind their stoves as we’d have a camp fire instead.
Pulling in to the Bendeela campground, it looked like the trip had started off poorly. The scene was reminiscent of a refugee camp, with what seemed like hundreds of people – complete with cars, caravans, tents, tarps, and camp chairs – packed into a paddock about the size of a football field.