As it just so happened, such a small and fairly insignificant peak, was to be a decent sized milestone – my 600th peak-bagging point! There was no worming out of it either, as I’d put it down on the bushwalking club program.
As the day approached, the 7 or 8 who had put their names down for what I had expected to be a fairly decent scrub bash with not much reward dwindled to 3. Oh well, it would be a small celebration with two of my favourite walking ‘buddies’ (as my niece would say).
We set off early – always better to err on the side of precaution – timing the drive perfectly with the rain. Even better, we drove as far along the road as we could have, giving us a much shorter distance to walk than expected.
We geared up, delighted to find the scrub was actually quite dry despite the rain we’d driven through. One surprise followed another and though steep, the walking was much more open than expected, and really delightful.
Up through the forest we walked, marvelling at the changes it underwent, and stopping to enjoy the views when we broke out of the trees (yes, there were views!). Once on top of the climb, we bee-lined in the approximate direction of the high point, deciding that a decent sized cairn must mark the highest point of the otherwise very flat summit.
Ben whipped out profiteroles in celebration and we enjoyed them together. We hadn’t done enough work and it wasn’t even slightly close to lunchtime for anything more substantial, so after a bit of a sit and chat we headed back down. We got a bit distracted with conversations of books and prison and all sorts of other things that we took 20 minutes longer for the descent than we had done for the ascent!
We had lunch back at the car, and headed home for one of the earliest return times I’ve ever had on a bushwalk!
All up: 3:23hrs with significant breaks, 3.7km, 392m ascent.
Stay tuned – I’ll be posting a bush-tucker post by request ;)!