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IMG_3809The Australian azure, filled our view, dissolving all thought. Chilled mid north air welcomed us to reality. The simplicity of the Aussie country side, rescuing my spirit from the 21st century sarcoma on my soul.

The soil has been tilled with it’s richness on display. The recent rains have tinged the remaining land with green.  New life and old, basking in the Autumn sun, while echo’s of the past still resist the inevitability of time. Walking the less traveled road along fields of hope and creeks of promise.  Wandering the ancient valley amidst a brood of Blackboys.  We once again immerse ourselves, in the Heysen trail.

The first walk for 2015 saw us just north of Bundaleer Dam. A beautiful sunny day with a cool breeze.  20 K’s for the first day to Neindorf rd adjacent Bundaleer IMG_3782Forest.   The original route through Bundaleer Forest Reserve is still closed due to the fire a few years back, and it has not yet been re-opened. So it is a re-route with extra K’s for this, our first walk.  A fairly easy walk though, with few hills on the first day, and with another new year, Grant also has another new pair of boots.   I’m sure he has every brand of hiking boot available by now I would be guessing.

IMG_3811One of the valleys we walked through was filled with thousands of Blackboys (Grasstrees).  This was a bit eerie, especially with one watching us as we passed by. “Invasion of the body snatchers” anyone?

The walking on this stretch was fairly easy. Gentle slopes on dirt roads and  tracks through valleys and rolling hills. We ended up adjacent Bundaleer Forest at Neindorf Rd at the end of the first day. As is customary on our walks, we celebrated with a nice cold beer back at the pub.  The Barbed Wire Hotel in Spalding had the best tasting beer, I swear. Funny how it always tastes so good after a walk.  A big shout out to John, Anne and Margaret, who we had dinner with that night. Three of the End to End group walkers on the trail that weekend. Thanks for a great chat.

Day two was a little more challenging with a few hills and ridge walking. Great views though of the surrounding plains and valleys. One of the valleys had a fair few Heysen markers down on this walk, so I was pleased we had the GPS.

We pushed on passed all of the cars parked at this section’s end to end point to finish up a few K’s out of Georgetown.   A quiet little place with a pub and a general store, and plenty of history.

In Short

Day One

The Walk: The Old School (near Bundaleer Dam) to Neindorf Rd Bundaleer Gardens

Duration: 3 hrs 48 mins (walking time)

Distance: 22 kms

Pace: 5.8 kms per hr

Terrain: Gentle slopes. Roads and (at times) narrow tracks

Best Part: “Blackboy Valley”

Day Two

The Walk: Neindorf Rd Bundaleer Gardens to Noonans Rd

Duration: 4 hrs 17 mins (walking time)

Distance: 24 kms

Pace: 5.6

Terrain: Roads and paddocks along ridges and in vallleys.

Best Part: The views from the ridge.


Scene’s along the way:



Echo's of the past

Echo’s of the past


Valley of the Blackboys


How Aussie can you get!

How Aussie can you get!



Barbed Wire pub



IMG_0621Spalding 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 tIMG_0593-001here 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.IMG_0702

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 IMG_0716around, 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 IMG_0729out 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.

IMG_0759Bundaleer pitch

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 IMG_0782measures, 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!

IMG_0786Green and Gold. Yep this is Australia

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.

In Short:

Day One

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!

Day Two

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.

Day Three

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!

The rest in pictures;



Guess who left their phone on the step and had to drive back to get it?


64 types of barbed wire. Who would a thought?

64 types of barbed wire. Who would a thought?





The nasty Magpie dive bombing us for about half an hour.

The nasty Magpie dive bombing us for about half an hour.