Grampians Part II

Second day in the Grampians National Park. 

We started off early with a hike that started behind our motel again, heading into the hills. A creek ran through sandstone, cutting out pools. (If any of my cousins still read this, it looked just like Calf Creek in Escalante. Except with kangaroos again.)

We climbed up and up, always keeping near the creek.

More wattle in bloom, pretty but still unexpectedly early. 

A small detour brought us to a small waterfall, where we rested before continuing our climb.

... Into a place called the Grand Canyon of the Grampians.

Not really much like the Grand Canyon of Arizona, but still a canyon. And interesting. 

The warning sign below was at the turnoff of the canyon. A friend on instagram suggested that the sign is there to remind you to dance at the beach in the rain. A good reminder, all. A good reminder.

The kangaroos were out on the field in town when we made our way back down the trail.

This one was very friendly, and hopped over to get its photo taken.

A little too close, actually. No handouts from me.

After a long rest, I decided I'd had enough photos of kangaroos. It was time to get photos of emus. I remembered seven years ago seeing emus by the visitor centre outside of town. We all hopped in the car and I drove us there. And sure enough, behind the centre on the nature loop were many pairs of emus.

The nature walk itself was quite nice. After a couple of days of hiking up steep, hard trails, it was a pleasure to mosey along through flat soft trails. 

Back at the motel, I grabbed an herbal tea and sat outside at dusk to listen to the birds. A couple of fearless kangaroos came out behind me.

And neighbours built a fire. A pleasant end to a lovely day.

Ok. Let's keep going through these photos. 

Saturday, 10 April, our last day in the Grampians. Because we tired out too soon on Thursday, we had saved all the overlooks for this morning. We got up, in the car, on the road before there was too much traffic on the crazy narrow mountain roads. 

It had rained a lot over night, but the sky was clear when we left the motel. 

That changed as we wound our way into the mountains. 

A few minutes after turning off for the first overlook, the clouds began to drift in -- at ground level. 

By the time we reached the first overlook, we were surrounded by fog. 

Oh well. Everyone smile for a photo. 

You can see from the slope of the cliff that the view must be quite dramatic. When there is no fog.

Oh well. Time to go to the next overlook. Everyone back in the car. 

The sky was still covered in fog, but the trail was there waiting for us. In spite of the rain. Off we went. 

Here was another fun sign. 

Do not touch the stacked cow dung.

Or rather, don't build little rock piles. See how there are no rock piles in the rain? Keep it that way.

I don't know, guys. The fog isn't lifting.

More warnings: Giants tap dancing on the ledge. Tickled by the wind. Dragging a tree along behind you.

Another spectacular view at the end.

This is pretty miserable. Let's go for a drive.

So we went for a drive. Down along the winding one-way road. When we reached the turnoff for the waterfall trailhead, the sun had broken through the clouds. 

Let's do this, guys. 

A trickle of waterfall at the end. And no rain. Well worth the walk.

Lunch overlooking the lake. 

 

Instagram friend told us that the sign on the table was warning us not to roll the dice against the kookaburra. (I guess it typically wins in dice.)

The sun was shining. "Let's try one more lookout," I said.

So off we went, driving up another narrow winding mountain road. The sun was shining all the way up the road right until... the moment we parked the car. 

Oh well. We're here. Let's go.

The walking was strenuous indeed, but every now and then the clouds lifted enough to hint at the views we might have seen on another day.

And the vegetation was cool. This is a banksia pod.

The wind and rain only intensified, though, as we walked.

Right up until the very very top. When suddenly, the clouds began to shift....

And there was a view!

Top of the Grampians.

A spectacular final photo for our final full day.

Sunday morning we checked out and began the drive home, stopping for one last instance of rock art. 

And that's it. That's all I've got. 

A fabulous April vacation. 

Hiking: Grampians part 1

Over the school holidays at the beginning of the month, we took a family trip into the Grampians National Park, a three hour drive from home. 

I booked the hotel. Looked at things to do on the web. Then booked the rental car. Then asked Tim to plan the days, Jonathan to plan the food. And they were both unhelpful. So I mapped out a daily itinerary. Tracked down local restaurant menus to make sure there were vegan options for Jonathan. Mapped out travel routes, etc, and basically planned the whole vacation for these lazies who are related to me. 

But I guess it was worth it, because I got to do the things I wanted to do, even if I was tired.

So what did I want to do?

Break up the drive to the Grampians by stopping at a waterfall along the way. 

Some times of year, this is a view of a waterfall.

There was no water in the waterfall.

But it was still nice to get out of the car for a minute. 

There was a fancy seesaw thingy that allowed us to determine who weighed more. Although Jonathan is shown lower in the photo below, in fact it seems the three of us are all about the same weight right now.

Anyway, back in the car, back on the highway, back into the mountains -- to the Grampians!

We had been there once before in 2014. Even though it doesn't seem that long ago, that was actually seven years ago. Before, we stayed a little ways out of town in a motel with kangaroos and emus on the front lawn. This time, we were in a motel right in the center of town. But there were still kangaroos on the lawn. 

The motel proprietor recommended a hike that started just behind the building and climbed up to the top of a small mountain overlooking the town. We still had a couple of hours of daylight. Why not?

And look: there is a small walk to a waterfall along the way. Why not?

Again the waterfall was basically empty. Not waterfall time of year.

But surprisingly, some of the wattles were already in bloom, and I think they are more of a late-winter / early-spring flower. So the fact that it was the wrong season wasn't stopping everything from giving us a nice performance. 

And then as advertised, the views were spectacular.

We made it back down the mountain in time to clean up for our restaurant reservation, in an outdoor table on the side of a creek. As we ate our vegan and non-vegan food, while the sun set and the stars came out, the sounds of frogs and night birds filled the air around us. 

I turned to Tim and said, "Isn't this lovely? It's just like the restaurant at Disneyland on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride."

So nice to drive three hours into regional Australia to have that Disney (TM) experience.

The next morning, I forced Jonathan to get up really really early (7am) and eat the breakfast that we brought and get dressed and off on the road! Dirt road! Up to the northern Grampians for some hiking!

Wait -- does the rental car handle dirt road? Well, I double and triple checked, and there are maps describing road conditions, and they all assured me that the road was suitable for 2-wheel drive. So off we went. 

The road was dusty red, and the kangaroos bounced off into the brush as we drove by, while birds darted over the road. We were the only ones there. Which was good, as the road became sandy and I started sliding around on it. 

Aack! 

Luckily the turnoff for the trailhead was just around the corner. We parked, stretched out the fear of dying on a dirt road in the Australian outback, and headed up the trail. 

A little wallaby was on the side of the path watching us.

The red rocks looked like they were straight out of the camping trips of my childhood to the western US deserts.

But the wildlife was completely different. And the vegetation was also quite different, with eucalyptus and banksia.

 Our first stop was 20,000 year old rock art. Young People's Hands.

That was actually very impressive. In spite of the fact that it had been fenced off to protect it.

 

We walked nearly back to the car park, and then decided to take the other trail, to the top of Hollow Mountain. 

That trail was rated as a little more difficult, but only a little over 2km. How bad could it be?

 

After scrambling up the first cliff face, we paused and asked ourselves: Are we really up to this?

And the answer was almost no. But we decided to keep going.

And going.

And going. 

And an hour later, we were at the top.

The views were really spectacular. 

And then we had to scramble back down those cliff faces. 

We survived.

Tim said, "That was really cool. Let's go to the other nearby rock art site."

So we did. 

It was not quite noon, but we had already done a lot with the day. Jonathan asked if we could have our picnic lunch. 

Sure.

Except there was no picnic table where we were. So I looked at the map and suggested we drive 30 minutes around the other side of the mountains to a picnic area that had been recommended by the motel (and was on my itinerary anyway). 

Off we went!

The red dirt road became paved. Phew! And then even became wide enough to have a line painted down the centre, so two cars could pass at the same time. Phew! Phew!

And then we found a nice place for lunch by a river. 

Well, I said, the 7km river walk was on our itinerary for the afternoon. Are we up to it?

Um. Maybe?

We taped up our blisters, took an aspirin. And headed up the trail. 

To the waterfall at the end! This time with real water!

And then we had to walk all the way back. 

Partway there, we stopped to dip our toes in the water.

Drink some water.

And then we limped back. 

Ok. Two major hikes and two minor hikes in one day. The day really had become more like a day from my childhood camping trips, and not in a good way. 

The difference between being a child and being an adult is that after the big hike, I was the one who had to drive back along the narrow winding mountain roads, this time with oncoming traffic in two directions, cliff faces, and wildlife. Yikes. 

As we drove, we passed a couple of turnoffs for overlooks. In spite of the fact that they were on my itinerary, no one wanted to stop.

Forty knuckle-whitening minutes later, we pulled back into the motel car park and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. 

And then took a nap.

Jonathan, a few hours later: "Are we driving to dinner?"

Me: "No way am I getting back in that car. We're walking."

Everyone: "But my legs hurt!"

Tough. 

This post has to end here, because I just writing about it has made me tired all over again.