The water tank at Mt Franklin was low so I decided to hike the two minor seasonal river sources on the north side of the mountain.
While I am doing this trip I am thinking a lot about SSE and the environment.
They were just small lines on the map but I went to see regardless.
The first turned out to be dry and the cut from it just ran down the side of the mountain in to a dry marsh bed. In season it would be deep but not much to look at. At this point in March however water should be flowing here. But it isn’t. I need to see this with my own eyes.
Saw some Wallaby.
Was amazed as I circled cfa tracks to see tall pine up in the branches of other tall pine. They just flow down the mountain side and all stack up. But these were dry and had been stacked up for long time gone.
walked back up mountain following Kookaburra laughing from tree to tree.
Looked at map again. Decided to try for the other mark on the map hoping it woukd different to first one.
Turned out to be really interesting.
Half way down the mountain off the tracks in the bush I found an elaborate stone circle. In the center was a hearth. Could not decide if this was first people or scouts or some such. It was very impressive to suddenly come across it in the bush anyway.
Apparently the first people do make circles just like this only generally smaller. Some papers exist about them in Victoria but have not read through them yet. Could be for teaching or cultural groups maybe.
I walked further down the mountain picking through mostly blocked cfa access cuts. Masses of fallen tree trunks laying over the paths.
Looking on the map I was sure I had found the right place but alas no gully or stream.
I sat down to eat some lunch and as I was eating a tree began to fill with some sort of big pigeon.
Suddenly they began to make a threat noise and two more raced in to the tree. Then silence.
Then over from the field on my left drifted a hawk his shadow was ghosting on the ground.
I am thinking, ‘Everyone be quiet now!’
The hawk swooped over the tree and perched in a taller tree behind it.
I could just see his eye looking down and sideways.
Then someone in the tree lost the plot.
‘Burk! Burk! Burk!
Bam! Hawk was straight in and the silly fool was lunch.
I saw what I think were his legs kicking as the hawk swooped off.
Went to see Dave the Blackwood campsite manager. Turns out they are moving house.
For a bit of help he will take me out to Trentham. It is an easy ride and I figure the work of moving makes up for the distance so I am not slacking off.
Was pleased to help anyway. Dave takes me to the Trentham servo which is also the recycle and we load in some more furniture. I am hunting for a 6mm nut since this is what the kickstand is missing. Hunt through old tools. Glad I am mechanical minded.
Find a great hammer for tent pegs to but alas it is owned by the shop :/
Dave drops me off in Dalesford. I will ride out through Hepburn.
I decide to do it the hard way. Over the Hepburn range. Notice kickstand is still broken. Bloody useless thing. Some of the climbs here the bike wont do so I am pushing. Since cannot put the bike on stand I cannot rest now either.
I see the stand had a silly shaped washer and when the nut came undone this fell out.
US PAT ON GARBAGE PENDING!
Get to the top of this long climb push in to side area. Bash kickstand with rock. Car slows down and scared people peer out.
THAT IS RIGHT KEEP DRIVING YOU HAVE JUST SEEN A YETI. . .
The Hepburn was really tiring. But lovely views from high points. Out on the A130.
Turn off to Mt Franklin. Long winding climb. Some more walking and pushing.
Mt Franklin reached . . .
The tree I am about to camp under.
Spent lovely afternoon. Met some lovely people. Evening around fire.
Curry and sausages.
Now as to what happened next. This group of horrible little bogans were in the campsite when I arrived. As I was drifting off to sleep I could hear someone going with an axe. Figured they must be splitting firewood. I was wrong. Over night one of them cut down a tree. It was I think either a beautiful young willow or ash tree. Nasty little bastard. If I ever discover who you are I will remove both your hands in a similar fashion.
Aside from this incident I keep meeting lovely people. It is clear that it really is a small minority that tend to ruin things for everyone else.
Dimboola has a park with a steam train in it. Hell yeah. Ate my lunch in it.
So much water suddenly. Overwhelmed.
So I saw some kids come down to lake in a destruction van. Typical members of generation shame. It was a bit like what went on at Mt Franklin. All day just shooting at things with no purpose. Wrecking things. One of them had a spear gun. Walked out in to the lake in flippers. It is only ankle deep! Was almost comical. Shot spear gun it in the air. In to a dead tree. Got it stuck. Became angry. After all that effort of wrecking havoc all day they took nothing with them! Not a single bird or fish. Bunch of dead ducks all over lake. Then the next day a dad brought down his kid for some hunting. They looked at the dead ducks everywhere. Talked to the dad. They came to hunt some to actually eat something. Dad looked sad. Kid looked confused. Dog looked cheated. Can generation shame please all just be converted in to something useful. Soylent Green maybe? At least this lot were so focused on the achievement of nothing in general that they left no rubbish behind. . . just corpses. . .