There are so many excuses to visit a wild land but I’m trying to put my finger on the exact cause for the left-over yearning I’m feeling following last weekend’s walk – an off-track meandering along Five Day Creek in New England National Park. Back at the day job now, that yearning is being fuelled by a power saw in the industrial estate across the highway, ambulances screaming in and out, the thousand trucks a day roaring past: small things here in a small town, but big things for a body desperate to return to the wilderness it walked out of on Sunday.
Friday, 30 November 2012
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Jutting out of the tableland country, 125km by road west of Coffs Harbour, is Cathedral Rock National Park – a place of peppermint gums, stringybark and swampland broken by peaks of granite boulders teetering skyward against fierce winter winds that spear ice across the high country. This is a mysterious and introspective landscape. Off track walking is a battle against tough banskia, heath scrub and sedges all vying for space in a bewildering and yet enticing maze of granite rock outcrops, sudden drop-offs and blockages, inaccessible wet gullies, dead-end rock alleys, and swamps that spread across the lowlands forcing slow detours and rethinks.
Location: Coffs Harbour, NSW, Australia Cathedral Rock National Park, Ebor NSW 2453, Australia
Friday, 2 November 2012
Devine by name, divine by nature.
Word of mouth is a great tool for those seeking new places, or beautiful landscapes, big or small adventures. In a way, it's what this blog is all about.
So, here is a place that came to us via word of mouth from a bunch of intrepid bushwalkers who belonged to the Inverell Bushwalking Club. We met the club members one October long weekend while hail, fog and snow trapped us on top of Mt Kaputar. Huddled under the small cooking shelter in the park campground we sipped hot cups of tea, wearing every stitch of merino, gortex and polypro available, listening to details of their club’s favourite walks and destinations – all of them, funnily enough, in sunny warm locations unlike our surrounds.
The conversation turned to the Mann River Nature Reserve, west of Grafton. For a long time we had thought about exploring up the Mann River, from the campground on the Old Glen Innes-Grafton road. The Inverell walkers rekindled our interest with talk of an old walkers hut beside the river, built by a man named Devine.