Sorry for the lack of blogs recently, now the V Twin Skype hook up and slideshow is done we can devote time to them again. We are still pre our accident of 27th April but in this blog we head back to explore the mighty Grampian’s and their amazing formations, colours and walks. There were just too many photos for one blog so you have a two part instalment.
Blog 224 The mighty Grampian’s Part one 7th April 2012
The alarm broke the stillness of the night, what on earth possessed us to set it so early. Oh yes to catch the sunrise over the valley from the lookout point down the road. It suddenly seemed a very stupid idea now with the chill air making our breath huffy and we weren’t even out of the sleeping bags yet. Having prised ourselves out we were gutted to discover the bike was making the most peculiar noises when we fired her up. It was still dark on our dirt road camp and the noises were bad, only quieting when the clutch was pulled in, from this impromptu cursory assessment Kev surmised something was amiss with either the clutch or gearbox. We abandoned the sunrise idea and discussed routes to our friends on the Mornington peninsula who had a workshop where we could pull it apart to have a look.
Daylight had crept up on us so over breakfast we discussed our options, we both felt having come this far it would be a shame to miss the rest of the Grampian’s. As the bike warmed up the noise lessened and we chanced we could carry on and sort it out later.
The decision made we set off in the direction of the lookout, my phone was initially on the dashboard charging but the track got rougher and rougher the closer we got to the lookout. We had come in from the other end of the track last night and although very sandy Kev had coped admirably with the harsh conditions. A few minutes in this direction and it most definitely lived up to its 4wd status, after a couple of well held almost off’s we arrived unscathed at the lookout.
My phone/camera also had a miraculous escape, in one of the near off’s it had fallen down onto the exhaust hanging on just by the charging lead and was gently melting through the pouch I kept it in. Having melted the pouch and protective cover it had just started to melt the phone cover when we arrived at the lookout. Kev smelt the burning plastic when we pulled up and rescued it from the exhaust. I tentatively attempted to turn it on expecting the worst, it fired up straight away good old Nokia.
We stopped to enjoy the beautiful view and count our blessings.
The bike was less noisy now so we risked a ride down to one of the walks figuring we would do most of the work while it had a rest. It was a 2-3hr walk to the Pinnacles, a really spectacular climb, rock hopping and traversing gorges to the lookout.
At some points it felt as through we were travelling up through the heart of the rocks before we reached the summit.
A little further on we found the rock worn into a narrow cleft with a small rock bridged at the end isolated by a gap of approximately six foot all round. A young lad was gamely walking out to the end rock along the narrow path, by now an audience had formed and he received a well deserved clap when he managed it. Most of the people left and I saw Kev plucking up the courage, before he went for it I asked for the bike keys! I was very impressed and very relieved when he was able to take them back. Impressed by Kev’s courage another two men decided to have a go. The photos do not do it justice it was high and scary!
We walked along the ridge for a while marvelling at the rock structures.
We had a slightly different route down which gave us the chance to see yet more of the geology and colours of the rocks. We also found this serene area to stop for a breather.
After lunch we spent the rest of the afternoon heading to all the lookouts but they were all easier walks. Here is Reids lookout and the balconies.
Here we were practicing to be gnomes and also is evidence of the volcanic activity that formed these amazing swirls on the rocks.
Mackenzie falls completed our tour for the day we took the high path looking down into the valley where we witnessed some poor lass having to be stretchered out due to a broken foot. You can make out the scale by the steps almost in the centre of the photo.
If you look closely you can see the ant people at the base of the falls. We also found this hollow tree that just lent itself to humorous photos.
Mindful of the roo’s we headed back before dusk to our makeshift camp in the bush. The Tipi blended in so well to the surroundings we almost sailed right past.
Next up - more from the Grampian’s.