by Phil S » Mon 03 Sep, 2012 2:22 pm
Hey-ya All
It's taken me a while but I finally got out and did this trip.
I wondered down to Kedumba Crossing on Saturday evening. By 10.00pm the first of the frost was spreading across the paddocks, a huge moon was lighting the cliffs and all was well in the world. To bed - it was probably the first time I've slept fully dressed, jumper, neck muff, hat and all in a winter bag, only my down jacket for a pillow (and several times I woke wondering what I could put under my head instead). It was also the first time I've slept under a tarp in sub-freezing temps. It was interesting to find that frost forms on the inside as well as the outside of the fabric and every time you brush it or the air moves you get showered in tiny ice crystals. I need to read up on some more elaborate pitching method that reduce air flow.
In the end the morning came, the sun was delicious and my gas canister ran out. Porridge was cooked over a little fire, a short wash in the river was had and eventually it was off up the road toward the tail of Korrowall Ridge. After a gorgeous little terrace I was chuffed to find scuff marks on the bank suggesting that I was not the first to think this a good place to head into the bush. I found open forest, little of the cutting grass and none of the shale cliff that FC mentioned and by the time I reached the ridge I was beginning to congratulate myself.
The ridge itself is really cool - Compact rock, impressive architecture and lots of concentrating on foot placement and the way ahead. Along the way I climbed the block Bjorn is photographed on, ignored the cave-tunnel thing and looked for some way of capturing in a photograph the impressiveness of the ridge - none was forthcoming.
Then to Point Repulse and I was chuffed to find that the shale ledge traverse is nowhere near as frightening as it looked in the photo. Up top I made my way back to the point proper for lunch but was disappointed to find no comfortable rock platform from which I could soak up the sun - just scrub and a few little platforms.
Scrub. This was the first significant off-track excursion in many years and I have to concede that some of the delights are just the same as ever. I think that Macrodermabrasion is a term more used in climbing route names than in walking circles but by the time I got to Mt Solitary (passing and photographing Mr Nobles very cool rock-flower feature along the way) I felt as if sliding down a granite slab might in some ways be more fun - at least it would be over quite quickly.
The joy of running into the track must have produced a euphoria that clouded my judgement because 10 minutes later, when I came across the top of the Miners Pass I found myself descending again into unknown territory. The original, typically over-ambitious plan was to make my way down the ridge system to (hopefully) meet the maintenance trail near to where it crosses the Kedumba River but there was nowhere near enough time (or energy, not to mention food) for that so, encouraged by FC's photo and of a nice open terrace and descriptions of fascinating little creeks that appear as if by magic and not so much Lawyer Vine I started traversing.
Thus began my education by Lawyer Vine. I learnt that there are three different types. There is Good Lawyer Vine which lays on the ground and through which you can see the ground and it only trips you over if you are very lazy. There is Bad Lawyer Vine which hangs from shrubbery and catches on your arms and shoulders and pack and pulls you over backwards. And there is Very Bad Lawyer Vine which is tangled in deadfall and chest high Bracken Fern and through which you can't see the ground and it supports timber so rotten it would otherwise not be in your way and when it makes you fall it makes you cartwheel forward, crashing onto whatever it might be that is under the ferns.
And finally again the track was fallen onto. Some anti-inflam gel on my knees and down to the river we go (beginning to feel a bit disembodied by this stage). At the river another 2 litres of water is treated (the 4th and 5th liters for the day), the last Carmans Bar is devoured and a strategy devised for the slog back to the carpark - put one foot in front of the other, listen to the sound of my breath and forget about any form of enjoyment (and don't think about Bjorn running up to the carpark just to run back down to join FC's group again so he doesn't get cold - seriously, who could be tough enough to run up that hill and yet still be susceptible to cold).
All up it was a highly memorable trip. Its amazing how fast the frustration and suffering melt away to leave simple memories of a satisfying and healthy little adventure in the great Australian outdoors. I won't be rushing back to the Miners Pass anytime soon but I'd certainly repeat Corrowall Ridge - maybe combining it with Cedar Creek and Walls Pass for a through trip would be fun.
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Phil S on Mon 03 Sep, 2012 6:03 pm, edited 1 time in total.