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In response to the recent climate action marches, it would appear some don’t share the same views as the marchers. Unintended consequences? Or just plain arrogance and ignorance. See full article at WUWT.
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A while ago I found the remains of a discarded skin presumably from a very large bug. What giant creature was roaming my back yard I wondered? Well, I think I may have found the culprit.
Anyone know what it might be? Had unusual markings on it’s belly.
Spalding is the “centre piece” of our Heysen Trail walk this weekend. Very small town, but a great Aussie pub, with fantastic people. We did this walk over two and a bit days, with a 7k stroll in the late afternoon on the first day.
There is a good reason why they put wind farms here.
A month or so, since we last trod this great trail, enduring the chill, before nearing our Grail. Warm weather we get, with sun beaming down. Unlike the last time, with the bitter cold so unkind. There is a reason though, why the windmills are here, for there is more than a zepher in this atmosphere. The hum we could hear from the green gods standing tall, is that a headache I feel? Infrasounding and all? The land abounds though, green fare in all shades, surrounding Canola fields, bright as, the sun’s rays. Brings colour and contrast to the opaqueness of view, and will bring good yields to those farmers, bringing nutrition to you. Alpaca’s on guard, with a hundred or so ewes, rush over with glee, and intent to enthuse, themselves with a chat and attention from us, who do not bleat or baa, but know how to discuss.
I’m home on the Range. The “Browne Hill Range” that is.
Easy walking today, on the ridge and few hills, enduring the open, with the wind and it’s chills. Then down off Browne’s Range, with a few roads we traversed, and out of the wind in the sun we immersed. Our pace on the flat did quicken this day, as we strode aside the Channel, at a mighty 6k. More green and gold in the fields all around, just like our sports flag, right here on the ground. Bundaleer is our friend, keeping near all this way, waiting for rain, for some 30 odd k, to the dam in the north, quite a feat in it’s day, heritage listed it seems, to retain it this way. Round hills and through fields, and even over bourns, this aquaduct looks flat, but is sloped, it is sworn.
Stepping on Lizards
Our mate in the grass on the track by the creek, copped a size 10 on his head, letting out a faint squeak. He survived the size 10 and went back to his task, sunning himself, camouflaged in the grass. To Spalding we get, half way on the trail, and where do we stop? The Barbed Wire we hail, for a beer and a chat and to rest for a spell, looked after by Geoff, with a tall tale to tell. The beer and the wine refreshed our spent state, and the food from the boss, was honestly first rate. The steak and the lamb, was cooked with the know, very tasty and tender to make a man glow, and what would you expect serving beer from the bar, but a lass from the Rhineland, a Germanic superstar.
Our trek to the north took us back to the channel, on a clear sunny day, no need for the flannel, shirt or a coat, by this heritage ditch, such an easy going walk, on a Bundaleer pitch. Winding our way through the anaesthetised land, on a rhythmic march, so hypnotic and harmonic. Catatonic we were, before being attacked. The Cracticus, all black with patches of white, with intent on our eyes to remove our clear sight. The stick not enough to ward off our new foe, so resorting to measures, small rocks did we throw, retreat it so did after diving again, as we strode on our way resuming our zen.
Gazing around this landscape, smooth and so bare, makes me wonder if the trees, were ever once there. And what of the life in those times of the tree, will we ever again, be privy to thee? So the dam we did reach, and disrespectfully passed, for our legs care not, for the historical past. Bundaleer it is called and with water it so fills, for where else would a dam be, but , among those damn hills!
The walk now all done with spare time up our sleeve, to pick up some wares before we pack up and leave, this wonderful land, of fields green and gold, not far from another where a valley unfolds. Heading south now to where, the fruit from the vine, gives us the best of, Clare Valley fine wine. And today’s recommendation for those that so care, is GSM from Kilkanoon. It’s very good fare.
The Walk : Booborowie Rd to Hacklins Corner Rd
Distance : 7.5 kms
Duration : 1 hr 16 mins
Pace : 5.8 kmh
Terrain : A climb upto the ridge on the dirt road and then a bit of up and down on grassy/rocky/stony fields.
Best part : The views and the sunset at the end. Fantastic timing by us!
The Walk : Hacklins Corner Rd to Spalding
Distance : 25.3 kms
Duration : 4 hrs 33 mins
Pace : 5.5 kmh
Terrain : Continued up and down on the grassy/rocky/stony fields, but once off the ridge, dirt roads and decent track beside the channel.
Best part : Can I say the first beer at the Spalding Pub at the end? No. Definitely the Alpacas. So very cute.
The Walk : Spalding to (just passed) Bundaleer Dam.
Distance : 14.5 kms
Duration : 2 hr 3 mins
Pace : 6 kmh
Terrain : Dirt roads, but mainly the Bundaleer linear park track. Wide and flat. Well, actually down hill, at a rate of 40mm per kilometre (roughly)
Best part : Hmmm. Again pretty country side, but not very dramatic. Maybe our pace record? Over 6km per hour! Almost running!
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Our cat loves a massage, really!
I don’t recall it ever snowing in Adelaide at that elevation, EVER!
I know it doesn’t look like much, but even the rarest Adelaide snowfall is always well above 500 mtrs.
Al Gore is not here somewhere, is he?
The forecast this weekend was pretty much the same as our last walk. Clearing showers etc. So we prepped for the same type of weather. Two layers of clothing plus our wet weather gear. So far so good when we arrived. It was cold but the sun was shining. The wind however seemed a little stronger than the forecast of 12 km per hour. Felt a tad more like 20+. We set off from Dust Hole Creek road heading West along Dare’s Hill Summit road. We were nice and early this day, after our last walk mishap, we wanted plenty of day light this time. Oh and I have a new friend. A Gamin hand held GPS. I very nearly bought an EPIRB as well, but thought that was being a bit over dramatic.
Although the sun was shining, the wind felt like it was coming straight off the Antarctic, and the cloud front looming large over the mountain did look ominous of things to come. No sooner had we set a good pace that we stopped for a look at the old Mt Byran school house, which is now a hut for weary travellers. Pretty well equipped, I must add. Cosy rooms with open fire places and a wood stove in the kitchen, and from the look of some of the empty bottles, some had enjoyed themselves there recently.
Not far from here is the house where Sir Hubert Wilkins was born and spent his early years, as well as going to the school we were just in. Anyone know who he is? Worth a read I suggest. The most famous unknown South Australian.
Another few kms on good roads saw us at the base of Mount Bryan. The wind had not yet abated as we had hoped upon reaching the leeward side. In fact it seemed to be worse. The cold air rushing down the steep slope to meet us head on. The track was narrow but good, and although we appeared to miss a trail marker, we ended up in the right place half way up at a fence. The map said we were in the right place, but there was no steps over the fence. Anyway, trudging on up the steeper section of Bryan didn’t seem too challenging, except for the ever present wind. We found a bit of respite just before the peak, where we had a short break.
The summit is quite broad and had a nice little stone chair to survey “the realm before you”! But no time to waste, especially in “gale” force winds. The trail follows the fence off the summit, and once again it is not well marked, so keep your wits about you and your map handy.
Pretty easy going from here heading down Bryan. Just the bitter wind, and rain annoying us to no end, just like that last dinner guest who refuses to leave. My trusty Gamin kept us on course though, in the thick fog with visibility down to 10 metres or so. The landscape soon opened up to gentle slopes and broad valleys just as the weather improved. Probably because we were off the mountain and out of the clouds. The last few kms of day one were on dirt roads heading into Hallett, and very pleasant walking.
Day two started out very wet, very cold, and generally miserable. The rain looked like it had set in for the day, so we opted for a slightly shorter walk, stopping just short of the Brown Hill ranges.
The Hallett Railway Station, which has been converted to a cottage was well maintained. In fact all of the huts we have encountered have been more than adequate for a stay. We have however, opted for more comfortable lodgings with comfortable beds and hot showers so far. Burra has become our home away from home over the last half dozen walks. Gonna miss the Black Sheep and the Burra pub, but we must press on to new pastures.
Not a lot to see in the rain and the fog today and the landscape is quite benign, so pictures are few. It did clear up towards the end of this walk. Just in time for us to finish up and head back through the Barossa to pick up some supplies at Kalleske Wines in Greenock. Not enough time though, to drop into MSV (Murray Street Vineyards) to say hello. Last time we spent quite a few hours there. Some really nice Shiraz, I have to say.
Anyway see what pictures I did take below. Ciao for now.
In Short :
The Walk :Cnr of Dust Hole Creek rd and Dare’s Hill Summit rd to the Old Hallett Railway station.
Distance : 20 kms
Duration : 4 hours
Pace : 5 km per hour
Terrain : Gentle slopes on roads and tracks. Oh yes and a fricken big mountain.
Best Bit : (and the worst) Mount Bryan of course!
The Walk : Old Hallett Railway station to Parker road near Booborowie.
Distance : 18.4 kms
Duration : 3 hours 18 minutes
Pace : 5.6 km per hour
Terrain : Mostly roads and a couple of fields. Pretty flat with easy slopes.
Best Bit : Great view of the windmills at the end of the walk
The rest in Pictures