Back In The High Country

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Lisa standing at the top of Raymond FallsThe Tank cruising Yalmy Road to Raymond Creek FallsLisa emerging from The Blue Room at Raymond FallsWe toyed with the idea of spending the night at Cape Conran Coastal Park but the clouds started to cover the blue sky and wind picked up so we headed inland toward Snowy River National Park.  The majority of Snowy River National Park is inaccessible but for a few 4WD tracks and a single dirt road that skirts the eastern and northern edges of the park.  The map The Tank well stocked with Tecatewe had wasn’t the best so we spent a couple of hours searching along Yalmy Road on the east side of the park for Raymond Creek Falls, eventually finding them and the adjacent campsite after a long day of driving.  The campsite was a fantastic secluded location amongst towering gums, we were the only people there for the night and enjoyed a walk down to the falls before settling in for the night next to a great campfire.  We were quite fortunate to come across a lyrebird on the short walk to the falls, the female specimen we encountered wasn’t too worried about our presence and went about her business, giving us a great view of her as she scooted about the forest floor.  Raymond Creek Falls was quite a sight, even though there was no water flowing when we visited.  The massive plunge pool at the base of the falls gave us an indication of just how much water must flow over the falls during the winter rains, a serious torrent!  The pools at the top of the falls seem to be a popular hangout for Eastern Water Dragons, we surprised a couple of them as we hopped about the rocks, one of them ran a few meters on the surface of one of the pools before escaping beneath the surface, awesome to see such big lizards run across the water.

The short walk to Raymond Falls from our campsiteThe red rocks at the top of Raymond FallsOur campsite at Raymond Falls 

The hot evening played havoc with the track into Raymond FallsLush forests along the edge of Snowy River Naitonal ParkEver since watching The Man From Snowy River as a kid I’ve wanted to see the mighty Snowy in the flesh (for you northerners, the Man from Snowy River is kind of like your Paul Bunyan, put the movie on your Netflix queue if you haven’t seen it).  After we’d driven almost an hour along the dirt road skirting the eastern side of the National Park we came across a road block: the road was closed for construction.  After some sweet talking on my part and the fact that everyone in the road work crew also drove Toyota Troop Carriers, the graders and bulldozers parted for us and we were able to continue on to McKillops Bridge (lucky because driving around would have meant an extra couple of hours of driving on back country dirt roads!).  The road crew was sure to let us know that they were only letting us through as a favour and not to tell any of our mates!

The Tank on Yalmy RoadYalmy Road along the edge of Snowy River National ParkYalmy Road along the edge of Snowy River National Park

Little River GorgeThe Tank climbing to Little River GorgeMcKillops Bridge is a historical monument at the northern edge of Snowy River National Park, where Snowy River National Park ends and Alpine National Park begins.  McKillops bridge was originally constructed in the 1930s A wet lunch stop at McKillops Bridgeand just days before its official opening in 1934 was destroyed by flood waters!  The bridge that extends over the mighty Snowy River today is the second attempt at the bridge, a wooden contraption that made both of us a little nervous driving over.  A huge amount of water was The Tank crossing McKillops Bridgeflowing when we crossed, even at the end of summer, no wonder the Snowy is part of Australia’s biggest (I believe…) hydroelectric power scheme.  At McKillops Bridge the rain that was to plague us for the next few days really set in.  We extracted The Tank’s awning for lunch, one of the few times we’ve had to do so, and made sandwiches in the shelter away from the rain.  On our way west we stopped off at Little Rover Gorge, Victoria’s deepest gorge, on the eastern border of the National Park.  Quite an impressive gouge in the earth, multiple waterfalls were visible in the distance from the gorge’s lookout, it would have been nice to take the hike down a portion of the gorge to Little River Falls if not for the rain…

The Tank crossing the Yalmy RiverThe mighty Snowy River passing under McKillops BridgeThe Snowy River winding through the alpsLittle River Gorge 

Sunrise in OmeoThe Albion Hotel in Swifts CreekAnother slight map mix-up led us to believe that the technical 4WD track cutting through from Snowy River to Omeo was a dirt road.  The fact that it was raining heavily and given our previous experience with 4WD tracks in the Victorian High Country, we weren’t too keen on tackling the traverse by ourselves so spent a couple of hours driving down the mountains all the way to High Plains Bakery in Swifts CreekBruthen and then a portion of the way back up the Great Alpine Highway to Swifts Creek (S37°15.629’ E147°43.361’).  Swifts Creek is a tiny farming settlement a short drive down the mountains from Omeo, we spent the evening at the Albion Hotel with the locals enjoying a few Looking toward Falls Creek from the trail to Mount LochHigh Plains Bakery in Swifts Creekbrews and avoiding the rain.  A short walk from the town centre we found a great spot beside a creek to setup for the night, rare Gang Gang Cockatoos noisily ate in the Eucalypts above The Blue Room into the evening and acted as our alarm clock again in the morning.

Lisa and Sam at Mount LochHigh country wildflowersFrom Swifts Creek we continued up into the mountains, through the quaint historic town of Omeo where we caught a brilliant sunrise over the main street before heading toward Mount Hotham and Dinner Plain.  The Tank wasn’t too keen on climbing through 3000 and then 4000 feet on the way up the mountains, the thin air causing her to chug a little black smoke out the rear, even requiring us to climb up some of the steeper highway inclines in second gear.  It was a beautiful drive, the high mountain pastoral country eventually giving way to Alpine National Park, the clouds and rain finally subsided and we were rewarded with some brilliant views of the Victorian Alps stretching into the distance.  I basically learned to ski at Mount Hotham (S36°58.500’ E147°08.291’), Derrick Hutspending at least a week there during most winters ever since I was 13 or so.  I also took Lisa skiing there for a week when we were both 21 when she was studying at the University of Adelaide.  For all the times I’ve been to Mount Hotham I’d never visited during summer so it was interesting to see the ski Lisa at Mount Loch summitresort devoid of people and snow.  Mount Hotham is a launching point for the popular Razorback Ridge walk to sky-reaching Mount Feathertop, and while we didn’t arrive early enough in the day to attempt the 20+ kilometer hike we did enjoy some fantastic hiking through Alpine National Park.  As with our Crater Lake hike in Tasmania recently, when we set off toward Mount Loch we were rugged up in beanies and Gore-Tex jackets, hiking through the dense fog with no idea of our surrounds.  When we reached Mount Loch the clouds parted for striking views of Razorback Ridge and Mount Feathertop in the distance, later clearing even more for a view of Victoria’s highest peak – Mount Bogong – in the distance.  From Mount Loch we continued on to one of the many alpine huts dotted through the area, finishing up the afternoon with all our cold weather gear on our backs and pants rolled up in the heat! 

OmeoSunrise in OmeoView of the Victorian Alps from the road to Mount Hotham Rugged up for a day of hiking around Mount HothamHiking to Mount LochHiking to Mount Loch through the Mount Hotham ski areaHigh country crawlers A wet morning on the way to Mount LochOn the way to Mount LochMount Loch summit Panoramic of the Razorback Trail with Mount Feathertop in the clouds to the right Lisa and Sam at Mount Loch summitLisa on her way to Derrick HutSigns on the way to Derrick Hut with Mount Hotham village in the distance Lisa on her way to Derrick HutRations inside Derrick HutHigh country wildflowersMount Feathertop and the Razorback Trail The trail to Dibbins HutThe trail to Dibbins HutThe Razorback Trail with Mount Bogong in the clouds in the distance

High country pastures near HarrietvilleBrightWith some sore feet and Lisa a bit of sunburn around her neck from the mountain sun we chugged down the northern side of the Great Dividing Range into Harrietville.  Some absolutely beautiful properties around Harrietville, green pastures and bubbling creeks everywhere, such a quaint little spot nestled between the alps.  We finished our day in Bright (S36°43.725’ E146°57.869’), the gateway to the ski resorts of Mount Hotham and Falls Creek, making sure to stop off at the Bright Brewery to sample their fare.

BrightBrightBright The Bright Brewery: hard to pass up a mountain brewhouseThe Bright Brewery: hard to pass up a mountain brewhouseSam at the Bright Brewery 

Eurobin CreekThe trail through the granite to The HornThe final stop on our tour of the Victorian Alps was Mount Buffalo National Park.  Mount Buffalo is one of the original Victorian ski resorts, although I’m not sure it still operates these days – even though the chairlifts are still in place – with the much larger and higher Hotham and Falls Creek resorts only a stone’s throw away.  We actually went to Buffalo twice: on Sunday morning when we ventured in, the rain kept us in the car the whole time so we were unable to explore some of the myriad of hiking trails the National Park has to Lisa holding up one of the boulders near the Old Galleries Walkoffer.  We returned on Monday between the downpours to explore Eurobin Falls, Rollasons Falls as well as the amazing rock formations of the Buffalo plateau along a walk through the Old Galleries.  With the amount of rain the high country had received in days prior, the creeks and falls were absolutely charging with water.  So much that I couldn’t get a photo of Eurobin Falls without water from the torrent covering the lens!  We drove all the way to the top of Mount Buffalo, the peak is called The Horn and at 1723 meters (5652 feet) above sea level provides unparalleled 360° views of the surrounding mountains and plains.  Glad we returned between the rains, Mount Buffalo is an awesome spot, one could spend days exploring all the hiking trails the place has to offer…

270 degree view from The Horn of the Mount Buffalo plateau Eurobin CreekEurobin CreekLisa hiking to Rollasons Falls Upper Rollasons FallsBuffalo Creek below Rollasons FallsOn the Mount Buffalo plateau by the Old Galleries Walk Lower Rollasons FallsThe Old Galleries WalkThe Old Galleries WalkThe Old Galleries WalkThe trail through the granite to The Horn  Panoramic from The Horn car park

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5 Responses to “Back In The High Country”

  1. Javi says:

    Tecate!!! Viva Mexico!!!!!

  2. carol says:

    A missin me cool pints in the afta noon mate-Gerg

  3. Idaho Youngs says:

    Rugged terrain, lush forest and beer……..what more could you ask for?

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