Blog 225 The Mighty Grampian’s (part 2) 8-9th April 2012.

As it says this is the second instalment from the Grampians, in reality it’s just a picture fest of this remarkable area in Victoria.

Blog 225 The Mighty Grampian’s (part 2) 8-9th April 2012.

The bike had coped with the hilly terrain and the noises had not got any worse so next day we headed to the northern Grampian’s on a walk recommended by someone yesterday, the route would take us up more sandy roads so as Kev could not find a safe place to park the bike I lay down on the dirt to release some air pressure from the tyres.

Hollow mountain was a little tricky to find up a few dirt roads near Mt Zero but we pulled into the car park and were ready to walk by 9.30am. The first picture shows where we were headed, to the top of that bluff, are we nearly there yet.

It turned out to be our best walk ever, lots of scrabbling up rocks, round cliff edges and in through colourful caves. We took forever to climb as every turn revealed yet more stunning vistas or rock formations.

The pictures show the amazing colours of the rocks and the scale of the climb. It helped to have a hand every now and then but the climb was worth it.

It may not look much but notice we both have one hand on the rocks.

Everything was on a massive scale.

Believe it or not these were the colours inside this cave shelter half way up.

The sandy bit in the centre of the frame is the car park we started from and some views from the summit.

More summit views.

Another cave and a difficult descent.

Some more of the amazing rocks colours with a bit of scale and notice the arrow to show our route.

Also in the area was Gulgurn Manja Shelter (hands of the young people) a rock art site which we walked to passing a huge ant on the way, Kev’s finger shows the scale. It was close by to Hollow mountain so we saw more beautiful colours and rock structures.

We had to shoot into town for some supplies and here is the crowd that formed at the local supermarket.


Heading back to our camp for the night we were mindful of Roo central as we had named the area around Zumstein. In 1910, beekeeper and nature lover, Walter Zumstein came to The Grampians and was smitten with its beauty and grandeur. He settled on the banks of the MacKenzie River and soon cultivated a menagerie of native birds and animals. Kangaroos congregated in large numbers at the picnic tables to be hand fed by eager visitors along with Kookaburras and Currawongs, the occasional koala or echidna were sometimes seen.
The camping area at Zumsteins have long since been closed and signs forbidding feeding of kangaroos have been erected however, the kangaroos cannot read them, and still congregate in the car park for the daily fare they have received since they were ‘Joeys’.

Sadly you have to take our word for this as we didn’t risk stopping for photos there were that many and on a bike you are vulnerable at the best of times. This one was on our track to our camp and tipi.

It absolutely poured down in the night and we dodged rain as we had brekkie and packed up. A job made longer by the fact that we had to use the ramps to get out on the track before we could reassemble them into our pannier racks. The water glistened on the rock face and made it look like slate.

Due to our mystery noise we rode the straightest, fastest route to the Mornington peninsula in order to be as kind to it as possible having given it hell at the weekend. It was an all sorts kind of day weather wise we had sun, rain and wind, the wind was bitter but we still managed to enjoy the ride. We did however stop in the town of Beaufort for a hot lunch to warm ourselves back up.

We caught the ferry at Queenscliff and were advised to remain with vehicle at all times as the sea was rough. Kev didn’t need to be told twice as he was parked between two expensive looking cars as the ship pitched and rolled, I went off to photo the storm. The cloud was dramatic like a mushroom cloud over the town on the horizon.

We arrived safe and sound at our friend’s Martin and Natalie on the Mornington peninsula, the bike was sighing in relief too. We have met Martin before you might remember, he was the proprietor of the London shop Guzzioverland which inspired our name.


Next up – A quick strip down and we’re ready to roll again. This time East.


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