Buddawuddawingwangs....................

A trip to the Budawangs had been on the “to-do” agenda for the last 10 years or so. It takes pride of place as one of the more challenging and interesting walks in my well-thumbed copy of the NSW in the Lonely Planet Australian hiking guide, but for one reason or another there had always been another walk to do (or a reason not to walk at all). 

This weekend had been set aside for a weed removal weekend with NPWS on the Snowy River, but that fell through at the last minute (satisfyingly we likely ended up removing more foliage in the Budawangs than we would have if that had gone ahead). This left James and I with a 3 day block and a blank canvas… enter the Budawangs. 

We left Sydney earlyish on Friday, stopping briefly at Hungry Jacks so I could acquire the full suite of available breakfast delights. We made good time through to the quiet camping area at Wog Wog, arriving at 11am and ready to hit the track at 11.30am. Neither of us had ever done any walking in the area before (aside from the route up Pigeon House), so expectations were non-existent but the mood chirpy.

The first section of the track meanders through fairly open forest, before hitting scrubbier sections as it heads up onto the ridge leading out to Corang Peak. We made reasonable time, stopping at the turnoff to Admiration Point for lunch, and then quickly ticked off Corang Peak and the arch. This section has recently been burnt out, and we were lulled into a false sense of our own strength and the quality of the track. After descending down into Burrumbeet Brook and filling up on water, we found the track up to Bibbenluke to be a little more daunting of a prospect. There is plenty of evidence of a well-constructed track, with benched sections and duckboard, but the surrounding scrub has done a great job of closing in around the track. Neither of us has extensive experience in walking through this type of vegetation, and it was a genuinely tiring (and scratching) experience.

We camped below Bibbenluke Mountain, and decided to make an early start the next morning in an effort to get out to the Castle and be back at camp at a reasonable time. The track across the saddle to below Mt Cole had more of the molesting scrub we had experienced the day before, but soon cleared up as we entered Monolith Valley. The scenery from the cliffs under Mt Cole is spectacular, covering off the green moss covered sections of rainforest through to the amazing rock shapes of the Seven Gods Pinnacles and Shrouded God Mountain. 

My snap happy photography was pushing us a little behind schedule, so we dropped some water at the bridge and made for The Castle. We managed to take a slightly tricky route (avoiding the obviously easier option in the process), but were up on top in time for lunch. The views out across Byangee Walls to Pigeon House and Coast are stunning, and we allowed ourselves a good half hour to eat and enjoy the location.

We decided on the way back to take the route in between Mt Cole and Mt Owen. This involved some route finding in the gully between the two, although we ended up finding the way out onto the top of Owen with relative ease. Amazingly the weather had tuned from clear skies to misty clouds and light rain by the time we popped out on top, which added a bit of an imposing air to the scrub as we continued towards the gully down off the mountain. It ended up being a straightforward trip back to camp, although we enjoyed the finest efforts of James (aka Ainsley Harriot) Cordukes’ cooking relatively quickly before tucking in to bed against a backdrop of ongoing drizzle.

The trip out on Sunday started in more drizzle, which made for unpleasant conditions through the scrub between Bibbenluke and Burumbeet. My shins had taken a mild beating in the previous two days and were feeling pretty sensitive on the way out. It was a pleasure to get to the Corang Ridge, change into some dry clothes and look back on the beautiful green expanse of the brooks. It was a good chance to reflect on what had been an amazing few days out in the bush.

Amazingly we saw very little wildlife on the trip. There were a number of interesting birds around the Bibbenluke campsite and plenty of wombat droppings, but we didn’t see much aside from that. Perhaps the relatively dry soil on most of the plateaus and scrubby plant life discourages most animals? 

The recent big fire around Corang made for easy going on that section of the track, but other sections of the track are becoming heavily overgrown. It’s always a fine line between letting the area return to its wilderness state and doing a small amount of track maintenance to ensure the route is pleasant to follow. It would be nice to see some basic work done on the section between Burumbeet and Bibbenluke to take away from the physicality and scratchiness of the scrub through here. Overall this walk covers some beautiful scenery, but I suspect many will increasingly be put off by the quality of the track. Having said that it’s clear a decision has been made based on the “Wilderness” definition of the area, so such maintenance appears unlikely. 

All in a wonderful walk with good company, and I look forward to exploring other areas of the Budawangs in the future.

Mountain Dash

A free long weekend and a promising looking weather forecast offered up the opportunity for quick trip down Kosciusko NP. The initial plan was to head down solo, perhaps explore the north of the park by MTB on the Saturday, and then run/walk the Main Range Track on the Sunday. Monday would then be an easy relaxing day and an early return home.

As it turned out, I couldn’t get hold of a bike, and running machine Antony made the decision to join at the last minute. This resulted in a slight re-jigging of the plans, with a bit more of a focus on running and an extension of the Sunday plans to what has been named the Aussie 10 Peaks (there is a helpful site at www.aussie10.com). Antony is as fit as a fiddle, and was most recently seen destroying my legs and self-esteem at the Sydney Oxfam 100k, so this little change was both exciting and a little intimidating (which I didn’t let on).

We made a nice early start on the Saturday, and made good time to Island bend. Interestingly NPWS had recently done a survey for Asbestos, discovering a number of contaminated areas and fencing off a number of sections of the camping area as a result. We diligently avoided the affected areas, but were entertained by one guy who had decided to pitch his tent right up against a warning fence. To be fair there is likely limited risk if you stop short of excavating your campsite.

After setting up we drove up to the Charlotte Pass turning circle and headed out towards the Blue Lake to stretch the legs. There were plenty of people out, and the clear skies and warm temperatures made for almost perfect conditions. We spent an easy few hours exploring around the Lake and taking photos of the remaining drifts of snow. My decision to scramble up one of the chutes was rather unappreciated by Antony, who didn’t particularly enjoy the exposure.

We made an early start Sunday on our Aussie 10 attempt, and hit the paved trail down to the Snowy River shortly before 7am. We walked reasonably quickly up the other side, before getting the legs going for the first time on the flattish path out to Twynam. From there we made the short diversion out to Tennyson Wood’s Knoll, stopping briefly for a few rather classy photos and a snack or two. From there it was a quick slog up to Caruthers, where we met a Japanese gent who was ticking off the Main Range Track in  a day. It was nice to practice a little bit of Japanese and hear how much he was enjoying his day out.

We stopped for a decent bite to eat on Northcote, before making our way out towards Townsend. The Peaks out in this little group are all close together, but there are few tracks and a decent amount of up and down. Fair to say it took us a little longer than expected, and we were starting to get a little tired by the time we returned to the spot we had dropped our packs below Townsend. We took the chance for another rest, taking on plenty of water and food, and giving the feet a quick soak. By this time the March Flies were getting pretty active, and as annoying as they were for me it was well worth it for the entertainment of seeing Antony’s reaction each time he copped a nibble from one of the evil little bastards.

Next up was Kosci, and we made good time to the junction with the main track up to the summit. Although the previous areas all had people out walking, it was a bit of a shock  to come across the hordes of people streaming up to the top of Australia. It was wonderful to see people out enjoying the outdoors, but it was nice to make our way off the duckboard and start heading cross country again as we made a line for the Ramsheads. We were definitely getting a bit tired by this point, and somehow managed to get our sense of direction and distance way off. What we thought was the Ramshead was the North Ramshead, and though it didn’t really cost us any time, it was a gentle reminder of how easy it is to make simple but significant mistakes. This was after all a perfectly clear day. I also took a small fall climbing the Ramshead proper, and I think at this point Antony was enjoying a little revenge for the suffering I put him through on our Blue Lake scramble.

Nevertheless from there it was back along the metal boards to Rawson’s Pass, straight up to the un-named peak above the over-engineered toilets and straight back down again. From there back to Charlottes was little more than a road run, but Antony was hard on the GPS watch and pushing the pace. I was clearly feeling a little more shagged, but did my best to keep turning the legs over. I managed to find a few good excuses for a rest, but we made good time back, ticking off the loop in a total of 9hrs 45mins. A grand day out indeed.

It was a relaxed and happy campsite that night as we recounted the joys of the day. It would be rare to have such great conditions and company for something like this, and we were both on a decent post run high. Beers and chocolate while soaking in the river preceded a tasty dinner and an early night. We took the chance on Monday to drive around the back of the Main Range and down to Geehi. My plan was to find the start of the Hannel’s Spur track for  a future trip up that route. A combination of a limited map and not reading the description properly had us faffing around for a while before we came across the hut and cleared area leading to the start of the track. By then it was time to make a move back to Sydney. All in all a cracker weekend with plenty of ideas for future trips and exploration. Link to the GPS map etc is here. http://www.movescount.com/moves/move24807780