Wilson's Prom & Camel's Hump
First of all, a hearty G'day to all the Morris people that are coming back online. Are
your mailboxes full? I thought so... heh
This will be a short one, I promise :)
View from the trail at Wilson's Prom.
Two weekends ago we left on a bushwalking trip to Wilson's Prometory Point National
park. This park contains the furthest south point on mainland Australia. We numbered four:
myself, Jen, John, and Art (the wonderful guy with the car). We headed out Friday evening
and drove for four hours through the darkness. The last 20 kilometers inside the park we
saw probably 30 kangaroos and 10 or so wombats on the road. We crashed out in the main
campground until morning.
My Lonely Planet guide (the best guide books bar none by the way), put the walk at two
days, with one overnight stop. Against my better judgement, the group decided to get the
overnight permit to stop one campsite further than the guide said. We would pay for this
later...
John, Art, Jen and myself.
The park is bounded by ocean on three sides, the trail we hiked afforded nice vistas of
the ocean and sand beaches at many spots. We started walking at 8:30am, we reached the
suggested campsite at around 4:30pm after covering around 18km. There still remained 9km
to our site, and we soon discovered why Lonely Planet opted to stop. The last leg was
sustained uphill for 5km and than sustained downhill for the last 4. We arrived completely
stuffed just before dark at our campsite. We had a meal of pasta noodles and rice and hit
the sack at 8pm.
Taking a little nap after the long hike.
The next day was much easier terrain, we traveled 16km to reach the car park. We send
John down in some ladies car to go get Art's car from the other car park. Art, Jen and I
hid our packs and took a 6km return trek to the top of Mt. Oberon (good view of all the
country we had covered in the last few days).
The next week I spent doing all the schoolwork that I had to get done before I leave
today for two weeks in Tasmania. Six of us, Art, John, Johan, Dean, Dave, and myself are
going to walk the Overland track ( this is like bushwalking Mecca here). With all my work
done, I should be able to spend some time after the Overland track touring the rest of the
state.
Keith climbing the Witch.
Oh, I also finally got to go climbing on real rock last weekend. I went with some of
the outdoor pursuits people to this nearby crag, Camel's Hump. It was fairly cold and
almost as windy as Morris. The cold hampered everyone's desire to climb, but that didn't
stop me from getting a few climbs in. I climbed the Witch (grade 17, 5.8?) twice. The rock
was so cold that the second half of the climb one's fingers were completely numb, you just
had to grab on and hope you were on a hold. After a bit of trashing I made it up both
times (though I blew the onsight flash when I took a stupid fall right at the start). I
think I know why the locals aren't too keen to go out on real rock yet.
Well I'm outta here. Talk to y'all when I get back.
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