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Friday, June 26, 2015

Among the Clouds, Mt Macedon, Victoria. June 2015.

trees in mist

Are you aware of my half-baked blogging system? Essentially, every time I mention what the next post will be, I end up changing my mind about 0.8 seconds later. It's like I'm being stubborn with myself. I suppose it really doesn't matter, unless whilst alone, I start arguing audibly. In different voices.

Anyway, I was going to write about a searing session spent near Castlemaine last summer. It was one of those days where it seemed the distance had to match the temperature. 30 °C? Okay, let's walk 30 km. It was quite horrible, but it should make for a worthy post. It's on the backburner though, as I want some more photos from the area. Yes, you guessed it, I will drive to Castlemaine, just to take a couple of photos for a post no one will read. At this rate, I might get classed as a certified wanker, instead of the current status of 'potentially'.

So, what's this walk about? I must warn you, if you're traumatised by seeing the name of a bloke who's invariably noted in every post, then turn around now. Yep, I've got Glenn Tempest's, ye olde book called 'Daywalks Around Melbourne', which I bought about five years ago. It details 100 walks and when I picked it up, I leapt upon the front counter of the store, took off my pants and twirled them above my head with one hand, whilst holding the book aloft in the other and proclaimed, "A hundred? Is this some sort of joke?? I'll knock these off in six months!" Then I was arrested.

Well, here I am, slightly more than six months since, still trying to churn through them. I think I've done around 60? I actually don't want to count, just in case the amount comes to about six, which will send me running off to put my head in the oven.

In this book, there are a handful of little walks. All under 10 km etc etc. Being a tough bloke, who's known to eat more than four pieces of toast in one sitting, I decided to do all of the longer ones first. I've more or less succeeded, but it's all those smaller ones who are just staring at me when I open the book and they need to be tackled. You may ask, 'Why? Who cares? Just do the walks you like and who cares about trying to do them all?' This is a valid question, but clearly your OCD is way too passive. A hundred walks? I'm doing the lot!

This leads to a jaunt I did at Mt Macedon last Saturday. Believe it or not, but I've done the standard 20 km circuit, seven times. Yes, seven. I've even written a post about one of the trips a few years back. Anyway, I'm not sure why, but it's by far my most favourite day walk. There's a shorter one though, called 'Mt Macedon Circuit'. If you're really keen, it's numbered 51 in the book. I think the publication is out of print though, so it may take a bit of tracking down. I found a second hand copy recently, which appeared to be in pristine condition, so they're out there. Anyway, back to the walk and this stroll incorporates a section I've done a bazillion times before, but the first half is on new ground. Off we go then. A whole new world! For a little bit anyway.

Ah, but there was one thing I didn't really factor in. It's winter and it might be chilly up on the hill. Sure, I'd checked the calendar, so I knew that bit, but as I was driving towards Macedon, I noticed something else. I couldn't see the top, as it was covered in cloud. Cruising on the freeway, my anticipation levels arose, as walking in the clouds is quite rare for me and potentially, it could be a photographic bonanza. How do you think I went? I'll give you a hint. It could have gone better.

After a slow drive up the mountain, surrounded in mist, I thought I should stop by the Camels Hump first. It's officially the highest point up there, so it made sense to sneak a quick visit in. Oh, I also knew I was going to the lookout just for the atmosphere, as judging by the car park, there's no way I'd be able to see anything.

mist over road and trees

I wandered up and before I knew it, I was at the top. Peering out at, well... cloud. At the lookout, there's one of those distance dial sort of contraptions and I got caught up trying to take the 'water-reflection-off-the-distance-dial-shot'. It's an old favourite. So much so, you'll find on an old post from a few years back with an almost identical set of photos from the same position, on a similarly misty day. Does this look familiar?

water reflection steel information dial

How about this one?

water reflection on metal information dial

Just below the lookout, there's a snow gum clinging to the rocks. It's quite interesting, as at 1000 metres, it must just be at the right height for it to survive. Anyway, it suited the current conditions.

snowgum camels hump macedon

There you go. That's Camels Hump. I told you it'll be a flying visit. I strolled back down, hopped in the car and powered to McGregors Picnic Ground, which was a short distance away.

Leaping out, the first thing I really noticed was it seemed to be cooler than I imagined it would be. How cold? Well, a man who needs to know the answers to everything, pulled out his Kestrel in order to ascertain the chilliness factor.

kestrel 4000

Mm... 3.8 °C. Seems a bit brisk, even for me.

Throwing on the pack, I headed off at a fastish pace, which might be a slowish pace for someone in their desirable height and weight range. I found a track next to some trees, as the book stated, but after about 17 feet came to a fork in the road. One looked good, the other a bit shabby. Does one take the road less travelled? Guess what I did? I took the good one, but it appeared to be heading in a circle. The notes said, '...disregard a turn off to the right...'. Okay, the good track was the one on the right, so it appears I'd taken the wrong turn within 50 metres of starting. In theory this should have been cause for me to wave my fist in the air, but instead, it was a bonus, as I got involved in some kookaburra stalking.

Yes, three kookaburras were ahead and as I approached, they'd fly off down the track a short distance before landing again. I, of course, continued to walk towards them, so they'd repeat their short flying hop. I think this happened about 500 times. Really, all they had to do was fly back over my head and they'd never see me again. No, they continued to fly forward and I was keenly trying to get a reasonable photo of them, but I didn't really have the right lens on the camera. Luckily for me, the more I walked, the less they moved and the longer they ended up staying still. I think they were either running out of energy or couldn't be stuffed and were thinking, 'why are we flying away from that fat bastard? He'll never be able to catch us.' In the end, I managed to get one photo of them altogether. It took a lot of work to get this, so I hope you're happy with the result.

kookaburras in tree

Back to the walk. Yes, I was officially heading in the wrong direction and ended up appearing on the road, about 600 metres from where the car was parked. I could have continued onto another track, but I desired the track less travelled, so did a loop and headed back down the start again. Take two.

This time I powered down the correct route, keeping my eye out for the first point of interest, 'Turitable Reservoir'. After a bit of walking, I found a body of water. Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Turitable Reservoir!

andersons reservoir macedon

Except the sign said this.

andersons reservoir sign macedon

Well, what a bummer. Had it been renamed? Surely I couldn't be lost again? Only 20 minutes after being geographically embarrassed before? Really, I don't discount anything. I was once lost on a walk, so soon after starting, I could still see my car in the car park. Mind you, 'lost' is not really what it was. I knew I was in Victoria, so I wasn't really lost at all.

Okay, the book was written 10 years ago, so I can allow for some changes over time, but I was scratching my head and running my hand through my non-existent beard a little. Right, now what? The notes informed me to, '...walk 150m along a vehicle track to a fork. Turn right and walk 400m up to a gate, and through a pine plantation...'

Mm... Yes, I started walking for 150 metres, but no obvious turn off appeared and just to make things tricky, the whole world was pine plantations. In the end I passed another reservoir. I can hear you saying, 'Was it Turitable Reservoir???' No, of course not, it was McDonald Reservoir. Eventually, I was coming across industrial sized bridges, which completely confirmed I was in the wrong spot.

bridge over mcdonald reservoir macedon

Other than having no idea where I was going, it wasn't too bad. I'd dropped a bit of height, so it was less misty, but the sky was completely washed out. How washed out? Try this. Don't laugh, but this photo is in colour.

branch silhouette white sky

I'd come out into a vast clearing of dam stuff and a few hundred metres away, spied a road heading back into the bush. It would have to do and as I walked down a large, grassy embankment, I noted numerous other footprints, heading in the same direction. Aha! I'm not the only clown who took a wrong turn! Maybe.

Heading down a road well travelled, I figured at some point I'd come to an intersection and get back to an area, remotely near where I was meant to be. Photographically, it was pretty standard fare, but the overall damp conditions were handy for another old favourite. Water on top of a leaf. A bit of liquid certainly adds to an image. How dull would this photo be in the middle of summer?

water reflected on leaf

The overall wet surroundings left any signs or markers covered in moss, such as this post.

moss on wooden post

Where was I? I've no idea, but I was spotting things like this...

sign lying on ground

...and more ominously, something like this.

no through road sign

You've got me stuffed where I was going. Unfortunately, all this 'lost road walking' had me steadily heading downhill. This was disappointing, as I knew I had to go across the top of Mt Macedon. I was rapidly turning this afternoon stroll into something a little harder.

Eventually, I suddenly came across a house. Where that place is, I've no idea, but it was surrounded by large, glaring 'keep out' signs. It was all a little over the top. You'd think it was the White House. There was even the classic sign, which said, 'If you can read this, you're already under camera surveillance!' I took a photo, just for you, but it's slightly blurry, so you miss out.

Actually, what's with these people who go nuts on their signage? If you were walking and happened to cross my property, I couldn't give a stuff. I'd be disappointed if you had a dump, but overall, it wouldn't bother me. Really, there's no point getting too uppity about your place, as the sun will consume the entire planet in 5 billion years. All those house improvements and your 'keep out' signs will just go to waste, as the earth is turned into a cinder. This is why I'm doing my home renovations on the cheap.

Oh, if you're wondering, this blog will survive. Before I die, I'm attaching it to a rocket, which is being put together in the backyard and sending it off into deep space. Powering away for eternity, until some alien-style chumps lasso it into their domain. They'd better like it, otherwise I'll track them down as space dust, and perform apocalyptic-style Chinese-burns on their skinny green wrists.

Back to the present day, a miracle occurred. I found a track, which began to head back towards the mountain and steadily I began to climb again, with the misty conditions returning.

mist over track and trees

Eventually, I found a track off to the side and following a hunch, went to investigate. After a short distance, I came across a fence, which had this sign attached. It's the standard fare of the area, complete with exclamation mark.

no authorised entry sign

Upon sighting this fence, two things struck me. One is, I need to wear my glasses all the time, as I initially read the trespassing penalty as one million dollars. 'A million dollars for walking near a reservoir?? Are they insane??!' Except it doesn't say that.

The other thing I noted, is it's where I should have been about an hour earlier. You know, the track mentioned in the book, from the non-existent 'Turitable Reservoir'. I was going to wander down to see where I'd gone wrong, but I couldn't be stuffed. Maybe one day I'll head back for another look.

Now I was flying. On the right track and everything. How good is this? Continuing to wander, the black and white silhouette conditions continued...

tree branch against white sky

...before I entered more forested areas, misty and accompanied only by the steady sound of dripping water from the damp trees. Oh, plus the heaving of my lungs and the dulcet tones of a motorbike somewhere, but otherwise there was no sound at all.

hogans track macedon

The encroaching cloud wasn't the only thing of interest though. By chance, I happened to look down an embankment and was surprised to see this place. I believe it's one of Ed Gein's summer holiday units. Speaking of which, I'm not sure, but his sales pitch of, 'stay the summer and I'll end up wearing you like my mama!', could do with a little work.

house in bush

After some wet wandering, I suddenly came to a small path, which led onto the Macedon Ranges Walking Track. I definitely knew where I was then, as it's a route I'd walked many a time before. It's the usual way, which heads up the mountain and comes out next to the Mt Macedon Memorial Cross.

I was higher now and it was wall to wall clouds.

cloud in trees macedon

I began to slip and slide my way upwards and noted my rather lame progress. By now it was late in the afternoon and I thought I'd be alone, so I was surprised to hear some movement on the track below me and heading my way.

Looking down, I could see a bloke walking. It was a bit embarrassing, as I'd slipped into full-blown, wheezing locomotive-mode, whereas he was strolling along quite easily. What's worse is when he got closer, he appeared to be about 250 years old. My brain feverishly crunched the numbers, 'What? The world's oldest man is about to blow me away? For the sake of your dignity. Speed up!'

It was no use though, no matter how fast I trudged, he was upon me. In the end I gave up and pulled out the oldest trick in the book. No, I wasn't stopping due to a total collapse of the lungs. No, I was only pausing to take some photos.

I guess he didn't think anyone else would be out and about at that time of the day either, as upon sighting me, he stopped for a moment in surprise. Then again, maybe he halted, as he was suddenly struck with my unique features? A cross between a drug affected Val Kilmer and the Elephant Man after a pedicure. Whatever it was, he looked stunned for a moment, before moving towards me and we began a unique conversation,

He said, "What are you doing?" My mind thought it was obvious, but I played it straight and narrow, by explaining, "Oh, you know, trying to get up this hill."

He said, "You've got a camera?"
I said, "Yeah, it's a camera."

He said, "What are you taking pictures of?"
I said, "The usual stuff. Birds. Leaves. Fungi. My tackle".

He said, "So only small stuff then?"
I said, "Yep."

Then he said with a hint of disdain, "You're not one of those blokes who takes photos of water drops on sticks and leaves. Are you?"
I said, "What? No! I'm not one of those wankers. They're photographic hacks who should be ashamed of themselves. I hate those blokes!"

water drop end of branch

With a few more utterances, he moved on and I was left chewing cryogenic mud in his wake. Now I was well and truly alone. Not quite 'Gorillas in the Mist', but more like, 'Could be Mistaken for a Gorilla in the Mist'.

cloud in trees mt macedon

Oh, and the inevitable fungi.

fungi under tree

Plodding on, I eventually popped out at the top. It was definitely late in the day now and in the cloudy conditions with dim light, it was a little hard to see what was going on. The Mt Macedon Memorial Cross was out there. Somewhere.

mt macedon memorial cross in cloud

I wandered over to it for the customary photos, which I always seem to take from the same angle and direction. Really, my photos of the area can be transposed to any other Mt Macedon trip. No light was handy for one thing though. A floodlight shining on the cross made for a nice silhouette on the surrounding trees.

branch silhouette by light

I didn't have a lot of time up my sleeve, so after a bit of a wander, I headed off, as I still had three or so kilometres to go and by the time I'd finish, it'd be well and truly dark. Passing the Major Mitchell Lookout, I gave it a miss, as it appeared the views would be limited.

major mitchell lookout in cloud macedon

There were some other people around, but I've no idea where. I could hear their voices in the mist, but didn't actually see anyone. Then again, maybe it was the spirits of Major Mitchell and his clan instead? Cursing there were no tearooms at the top of the mountain in his day? Leaving the entrance to the cross, it did feel like exiting a ghost town.

cloud over mt macedon

I found the track, which goes behind the tearooms and almost broke into a trot, as light was fading quickly. I even had to put the camera away, as it was getting pointless. Well, after another couple of photos of course.

walking track in mist

When I reached my car, it was officially dark. I fumbled around looking for keys and noted as soon as I stopped, it was freezing. Checking the thermometer in the car confirmed it was only 2 °C. I don't often say this, but I found it cold.

Was that an interesting saga? The notes say it's a 7.3 km walk. Mm.... How long do you think I went? The GPS route reveals all, including an aimless loop at the start.

Mm... 12 km. It looks like I walked a few more than needed, but I did solve the Turitable Reservoir mystery. Well, not really. I looked at a Parks Victoria map and it's listed in the same way as the walk notes. Huh? Why does the sign say differently? I've no idea and I have no interest in finding out. Now you're probably bored with the whole thing anyway? Finally, I do know Turitable Creek goes through there, so that explains something or maybe it's one of those eternal mysteries. A bit like how a certified half-wit can become the Prime Minister of your country.

Anyway, I may have been waylaid a little, but it was bonus really. If I'd found the way correctly, I'd have missed the kookaburras, Ed Gein's house, numerous 'keep out' signs and the bloke from John Fogerty's outtake song, 'The Old Man Down the Track'. All in all, it was a decent day out. As a bonus, my hands have defrosted and I can even feel them again. What more can I ask for? Oh, best of all, it's another walk from the book completed. I've either done 61 or 7. As you know, I won't be counting.

What's next? I could say, but as you know, I'll probably change my mind as soon as this is published.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Creswick Forest, Victoria.

fallen leaves la gerche forest walk creswick
The autumn leaves of Creswick
Have I worn out my welcome yet? No posts for six months and then suddenly I'm churning them out once a week. It's seems to be all or nothing in this joint.

Before I start, I know you're all eagerly awaiting an update regarding my floors. Having mentioned them being sanded and polished in the previous two posts, I thought a third update couldn't hurt, plus I can sense your anticipation through my alfoil helmet when I put it on at night. Regarding the timber, I must have been the world's unluckiest man. Who would have thought in a Melbourne winter, they'd be no wind for over a week? Not a breath of it. I spent a week with doors and windows open, 24 hours a day, and not a hint of a breeze came through. Is this possible? Only in the last couple of days have the blinds begun to rattle and move (the rattling is due to one being improperly affixed. I must secure that, as it's a bit dodgy. Another I opened the other day fell off. Luckily it wasn't above the chair I usually sit on. Is this the longest piece within brackets you've ever read?) A floor polishing tip? Get it done in spring when there's at least one gale per week.

Lastly (what? Two whole paragraphs of this crap?) another tactical error, adding to having them done in the wrong season, is I forgot about any food lying around. The other day, I picked up a big, juicy apple and sunk my teeth into it. In one way it was enlightening, as I knew what floor polish smelt like, but now I know what it tastes like as well. How good's that? Yes, it tasted like a condensed ball of carcinogenic crap, with a burning aftertaste. The only bonus is my teeth are now shiny and should be good for 7 to 10 years before another polish.

Phew, enough of that. On to the walking business. You'll be pleased to know (did you ever have a choice?) it's yet another retro post. All this started due to a problem last year. Simply put, my computer was about to explode from an abundance of photos, so I transferred thousands to an external hard drive. Only recently did I look at some of those images and realise how many day walks I'd never bothered to write about. This stroll through the forests around Creswick is one of them. Sure, the photo above may say autumn leaves, but it wasn't this year. No, this was back in May 2014 and it reminded me of quite a busy month. I picked up Glenn 'Guru of Good Times' Tempest's, Victoria's Goldfield Walks, and adjusted my OCD into flat-stick mode. As a result, previous posts for the Daylesford ForestTipperary TrackThree Lost Children and now this one, were all walks I did in about 10 days. How did this one miss out? I've no idea. Hopefully you don't expect me to know everything?

Anyway, Creswick. It's walk number one in the book and reading the notes, I must say, it didn't really excite me. There didn't seem to be a lot to it, but when I reflect, I'll happily admit my lack of interest was wrong. I'll even say it was one of the best day walks I did last year. Is this possible? I think so, as I found the points of interest to be, well... um... interesting. It's all subjective though. My interesting could be your nightmare.

On one of those typical, balmy autumn days, I had an easy drive from the west and reached Creswick around midday. Starting a walk is usually nondescript, but not this time. As I hopped out the car like an obese gazelle I was met by raised voices and general screaming. Huh? I ensured the hullabaloo wasn't directed at me by checking my pants were on. They were, so what could the fuss be about?

Scanning the area I managed to identify the source of the ruckus. In the main street, some disenchanted youngsters (they were about 35 years old) had walked past a food establishment which had some chairs and tables outside. The rules of society say you should just walk around these obstructions, but these blokes must have been anarchists. Instead, they kicked the tables and flipped a few chairs over. This of course, elicited the owner to come running outside and he threatened to include them in the specials for evening. It was a wild scene and as I was slipping my pack on, I wondered if I'd actually driven to Deadwood instead of Creswick.

Leaving all the action behind, I headed off on a civilised walking path...

walking track creswick

...before soon heading off into something that remotely resembled bush. This is part of the Goldfields Track, a 210 km saunter from Mt Buninyong to Bendigo. Maybe I should do the lot one day? Sure, if I can get my head around it, as there are a few logistical problems.

bush on goldfields track creswick

Anyway, I knew the bush wouldn't last long, as only a short distance away was St Georges Lake, which was my first point of interest. Reaching the edge...

lookout st georges lake creswick

...it reminded me a little of Daylesford Lake. Both are nice spots and if you're after a bit of history, I'll quote directly out of the book, '...built during the height of the gold rush to provide water to the Creswick State Battery for crushing quartz...'. There you go.

I began a slow wander through the tall trees lining the lake, whilst catching the reflections of the sky on the water.

st georges lake creswick

It wasn't the only colour though. A number of fungi were dotted around. Visually these look great, but I'd be a little concerned about eating one. I know what floor polish tastes like and I'm imagining one these could be slightly worse. If it's possible.

amantia muscaria fly agaric fungi

I was taking my time and absorbing the sights, until I came across this...

memorial st georges lake creswick

...and it made me wonder. Maybe it's a reflection of my previous work, but I've always had an interest in memorials to the departed. I've read many a roadside cross over the years and even included one in a post last December. I was intrigued by this adjoining the waters edge, so I did a little reading and it opened up another thought.

You may have heard of a saying, which says there's beauty and darkness in everything. When it comes to landscapes, I think this is true and the thought certainly applies to St Georges Lake in Creswick. Two people at the same location, viewed an identical sight, but they interpreted what they saw in two totally different ways. During my visit, it was peaceful and I reflected on the beauty of an expanse of water, which reflected a warm autumn sky. Another person saw the same sight, but his understanding of this quiet spot was completely dissimilar to mine. He could only see the darkness and used it, by concealing a body in the lake. Death stalks us from the time we're born and sometimes the devil is just outside the door.

st georges lake creswick

With sobering, food for thought, I continued on, leaving the lake behind and headed into the dry bush, which again is part of the Goldfields Track. Along the way there's an area of folly called 'koala park'. The reason being is in the 1940's, a breeding area for koalas was constructed, but the method to keep them contained was a little flawed. A fence, that possibly wasn't high enough, meant they all escaped. I'm not sure if there are descendants in the area now, but scanning the trees didn't reveal any and their traditional audible sound, which sounds similar to a Yowie stubbing their toe, couldn't be heard either. The remains of the fence is still there though. I wonder why no one's removed it? Surely it's a trap for other animals? Maybe I'll approach the council and get Smuffin to take it down, whilst I watch and supervise. I'm sure he'll be happy with my idea.

fence for koala park creswick

Wandering on, I was interested in a spot called Eatons Dam. Maybe I need to do some research, but all the walk notes tells me is it was a dam, which failed in the 1930's and flooded Creswick. Huh? Is this true? Anyway, it seemed worthy of a diversion.

A year on, regarding the dam, I seem to remember being a little geographically embarrassed and unable to immediately find it. Then again, I might be thinking of something else I couldn't find, which happens regularly. Anyway, you'll be pleased to know I did track it down. The main thing which struck me is its stone wall is a lot bigger than I thought it'd be. If it failed, now I understand how it could have flooded the area.

stone wall eatons dam creswick

I walked the base to the creek, where the dam wall has opened. Barnes Wallis would be proud of the sight.

opening in eatons dam wall creswick

As I mentioned earlier, when I read the walk notes I thought this would be pretty dull, but I actually found the dam fascinating. Then again, I still like to watch water circling around a plug hole as it goes down the drain, so maybe I'm easily pleased.

After some intensive stone wall examining, I continued on and I guess my only beef with the entire walk, are the areas where pine forests adjoin the track. Oh well, one can't have it all. The cut tracks, made for vehicles did allow for some easy walking though.

It was on one of these points where I seem to remember (I think I'm positive. Maybe) my notes made no sense whatsoever. Something about following a rough vehicle track? I'm not sure if I was in the wrong spot, but the track I was on wasn't rough at all. It was truck-worthy. Anyway, I was in the right area, but maybe not in the right spot, if you know what I mean. What I do know is I was keeping my eyes out for another feature. The William Guthrie Spence house site.

There was a bit of fanfare leading up to it. A sign pointed...

direction sign spence house site

...to an information board...

spence house information sign creswick

...but alas, all that remained was bush and ghosts of the past.

bushland near spence house site creswick

Oh well. I hope the Wikipedia entry satisfies you, as there's not a lot to see at the house site.

I was well and truly on made-roads now, but there was still enough zen going on.

east west road creswick

One doesn't always need to be bashing through the bush and I always think, time spent trudging on a bush road is always better than any day I've ever spent in an office.

I'd used up a fair bit of time, wandering around the lake, examining the old dam and looking for a missing house, so the sun was beginning to get low in the sky. Unfortunately, I was only half-way through the walk, so I had to speed the locomotive up. It's not all bad though, as I often prefer the late afternoon, due to the nicer light for taking photos. Oh, as long as my headlamp is with me of course.

Next up, my notes mentioned a spot called the La Gerche Forest Walk. I had no idea what it could be (other than something to do with forests) and I was in two minds as to whether it would be interesting. Who's John La Gerche? Well, here he is. He's got his own photo on his own marker posts.

marker sign la gerche forest walk creswick

In order to explain who he was, I began to write what I'd read on an information sign, before realising this was a daft idea. How about I just give you a photo of the sign, where I was about to lift the details from anyway? I think this is a lot easier. Especially for me.

information sign for la gerche forest walk creswick

Yep, I thought it would be fairly low-key, but maybe I was lucky with the autumnal conditions, as I found this little pocket of bush to be amazing. Fallen leaves abound...

la gerche forest walk creswick

...and trees soared above.

radiata pine la gerche forest walk creswick

Okay, a lot of these aren't native, but how amazing do they look? Oh, remember, I'm easily pleased.

fallen leaves la gerche forest walk creswick

My late in the day wander was perfect as the low sunlight filtered through the trees. It wasn't only enormous trunks rising above. The odd colourful fungi were dotted around as well. Here's another one of those eye-catching red numbers.

amanita xanthocephala vermillion grisette fungi

I left the forest area, thoroughly impressed, but the surprises continued. I stumbled upon a set of old stables.

old stables creswick

I've absolutely no idea what the story is with these (there's about five of them). A faded sign says something about Peter Lalor (Eureka Rebellion fame) having owned a house in the area. Oh yeah, I Googled, 'old stables Creswick', and came up with nothing. I'm sure there's a reason for why they're still standing and I'm equally sure someone out there knows their full history. I hope.

I know they're handy for the odd photo though.

stable door creswick regional park

By now it was well and truly late in the day, as I popped out onto a road...

sunset through trees over road

...before commencing a speedy race around a Landcare Walk. I must get back to the area one day with a bit more time up my sleeve.

pine needles on trunk

Exiting the Landcare Trail, I found the Midland Highway...

sunset over midland highway creswick

...and began walking back into Creswick. Even on this short piece of road walking, there was Park Lake to draw my attention.

park lake creswick

Then, the car was in sight. The yahoos had long moved on from attacking restaurant furniture and it was more or less dark when I began my drive home. Wrapping up, definitely an interesting wander and I might need to revisit the area, just to see some of the old historical buildings, which I'd missed.

GPS log again? Here it is, courtesy of what I uploaded to Strava.

So, there you have it. As I mentioned in the last few posts, I've given the whole Goldfield's area a bit of a run through, so I might drag out some of the pictures from those walks next. There was one I did in the height of summer, which hurt a bit, so that might be perfect for the next post.

Creswick? I think there's plenty to see. Just don't upset the bloke and his outdoor furniture at the restaurant.


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