Our May 2012 Cruise was quite a long one, starting on a Friday and ending on a Monday, with us doing quite an extensive circuit that began at Licola (if you discount our meeting point at Moe), across the High Plains, through to Dargo and eventually ending up in Bairnsdale. The weather this weekend was outstanding, with clear skies all the way, but with the inevitable cold nights. There were four travellers on this Cruise, so finding camping spots wasn’t going to be a problem, especially as this was not a long weekend. I had a bit of trouble trying to work out this trip due to the limited photographs that I’d taken, but our ever resourceful fount of knowledge (Grahame) came to the rescue, both with additional photographs, as well as the trip route.
After the first of my High Country posts, I revisited my photography archives and thought I might create a series on the trips that we’ve done over the last decade or so since 2002, which we call High Country Cruises (unfortunately, so far, I haven’t found any photos/negatives from before 2004). Each of these trips is quite unique and ostensibly a three to four day cruise somewhere around the High Country.
I also must thank Grahame, one of our fellow travellers, for keeping a formal log of our cruises and compiling an excellent map book that has recorded all of our cruises from 2002 until 2011. This book has and will help immensely down the track in getting the locations and chronology right when I compile these posts.
One of the things we’ve always enjoyed on our High Country Cruises is the ability to stay in one of the many High Country Huts, especially when the weather turns foul. However, as I wrote in my most recent High Country story, after bushfires in 2013 and earlier, many of the old High Country huts have been destroyed and some have recently been replaced with what are ostensibly metal garages. On seeing the first of these, Jorgensons Hut and then Junction Hut (we haven’t been to Goonans Hut), I mentioned that I felt that the new style lacked the bush character of the older, rustic (rusty?), and mainly timber huts that we’ve visited over the years. That was my initial reaction and I may have been somewhat unfair in my assessment, so I took the opportunity to gain a better idea when my wife and I decided to do a short camping trip to Donnelly Creek.
Many, many, years ago I drew cartoons (very crudely on a PC) for a monthly 4WD club magazine, about a pair of hapless lads who’d go 4WDriving with the best of intentions. It was a light-hearted observation of how some of the younger 4WDrivers often approached things in the bush, before they dried off somewhat, though the antics weren’t always limited to the young. I thought that I’d lost the cartoons long ago, as they were produced on a PC using 3.5″ floppy drives but, as sometimes happens, I found a complete set of prints that I’d made of those cartoons and so I scanned them and converted them into a PDF file, as well as JPG images. Make of them what you will, but it was fun doing them at the time. You’ll have to click on the images to see them fully.
Nothing stays the same, nothing lasts forever and things man-made usually decay the fastest (pyramids etc excluded). The most common abandoned objects found just about anywhere would have to be cars. You can find them in farmer’s paddocks, back and front yards and pretty much wherever a car could have been driven before being abandoned for whatever reason. Sometimes the cars are ordinary, run of the mill hacks, but other times you come across unique cars and wonder why they have been left as they are, to simply rust away. Maybe someone had dreams of restoration, which never eventuated and then didn’t want to part with them until it was too late.
On a recent week-long camping trip into the Victorian High Country (Bentley Plain), I had the opportunity to photograph a small variety of wildlife that accompanied us and which also visited our campsite on a regular basis. It’s actually great to get out to these more remote areas (though far from unvisited, depending on time of year) and enjoy the peace and quiet of bush life. By no means were we completely out in the boonies; as the predicted weather made certain that we had to settle into a locale that provided reasonable shelter from the anticipated storms (and storms we did get), but bush life it was (in a 21st Century fashion).