Last Saturday I set off to discover a piece of the Southern Blue mountains known as the jooriland(s). I had only previously taken in panoramic views of the area from up on Belloon pass, it was here my interest where piqued and couldn’t wait to get amongst it proper.
Parking just inside a farm gate past some cattle yards the car was locked and bag shouldered and I was on my way by 9am, a latish start for me but this trip was purely about the exploration and not about kilometres burned in fact I didn’t really have a hard and fast route target except to maybe cross over the Mt Egan fire trail and loop around returning via Goodfellows cr.
The descent into the valley via Burnt flat creek looked pretty hectic on the map and it didn’t let me down…A quad killing Klm of knee jarring agony had me walking down the hill backwards! Luckily the surface being nice and even seen me hit the bottom with no mishaps and I had to quickly erase the thought of what it’s going to like going back up. From here I wound my way around the base of the
Wanganderry walls on a nice wide fire trail that was totally covered in dog tracks. There must be a huge population roaming these hills? No sign of human prints in the dry dust or any rubbish at all really, the only sign I seen of people was a plastic fuel Gerry can that must have toppled from a ute. It was laying smack in the middle of a bend so I moved it the side of the road and continued on.
By 11.30 I was at the flying fox on the Wollondilly. A neat little hut stood proud on the hill here complete with clean bunks and a brick BBQ with a good supply of timber. It was locked tight and government owned so I’m assuming not for public use…but I did use their tank water which was probably caught on CCTV and I’ll be billed in accordance at a later date. I headed down stream for a while and crossed the Wollondilly without even removing my shoes this was going to be an ominious sign as to just how dry the area was. I spied a road heading up to what I assumed was the ridge I wanted to be on but decided not to take it as I wanted to check the now abandoned homes a little up the way.
Cruising along the sheep wash rd now and absolutely covered in fricken farmers friends I came to the settlement, again no humans in sight but I could see the grass had not long ago been slashed around the houses, I guess a fire precaution only as the houses were totally dilapidated. Past here I turned left onto the Loop Rd, which contrary to it’s name must be totally out of the loop…it was nearly gone in parts but easy to follow as you only need to keep amongst the weeds which love to grow out of old tyre ruts. As the ridge climbed higher the timber got thicker and my legs got heavier I decided to camp up for the night. I picked a dam just off to my left on the road which had a steel pig trap next to it (2 of which I seen on this walk) it made a excellent hanging rack. Only 3pm by this time I set up and had some dinner and with the last remaining rays of light had a wander and took in the views to the S/W, found where I would begin in the morning and got snoozing.
SNOOZING! *&%$#! creaking old gum near the tent made it sound like I was in the hull of a ship all night but it meant I was up and at it for an early start. And by 7am I was away, back on the loop road it was only a short distance to where the Mt Egans fire trail branches off to the left. I followed this a couple of klms uphill to the top of a hill where I could see a faint track that branched off to my left I decided to carry on straight a short distance down the other side of the hill because the topo had another hut shown in a gully. I find the hut across a creek (dry) situated up the back of a clearing…now this would have been remote living in any man’s book back in the day.
A quick examination of the hut and I headed back to the junction and down the Mt Egan trail…but not for long. After about 200 mtrs the trail totally petered out and turned into head high grass and general scrub, I bashed through this about another 200 mtrs until I struck an old farm fence. I hoped the fence and after a bit it opened up to quiet a big clearing which was obviously a homestead or yards of some sort in it’s day, plenty of cut timbers and the odd strategically placed bushrock garden bed gave me this impression. Searched high and low for a track but found only false leads and animal pads so I decided not to get any deeper and simply head home the way I came.
Now back tracking goes against every moral fibre in body but on this occasion it wasn’t a bad thing at all. All the views I’d seen going up the ridge were merely glances over the shoulder so coming down allowed me to get a whole new perspective and really savour the sights as the road was level enough not to command your total attention. About halfway down the loop Rd I came across the highlight of the trip…A Dingo emerged roughly 4 mtrs in front of me right in the middle of the road. Now I didn’t get a chance to run a DNA test on him but he looked as pure as the driven snow to me, full winter coat, looking as big as a grey wolf. Finally my search for spiritual enlightenment had come full circle as me and my blood totem faced off in a unspoken ritual that only byamge himself could possible comprehend….well maybe not but it was a cool moment.
Back down at the huts and I gave then a proper going over as I rushed through on my way up and then back to the flying fox hut where I replenished my water supplies and cooked my lunch on their flash BBQ. Back on the fire trail now and there is a stretch of the road that run almost directly into the North face of Bonnum pic, the most impressive view of it I thought of the whole trip. As I neared it I thought, ”yeah It kind of does look like a stairway to heaven” (hopefully that pun gets picked up by somebody out there).
From here on in it was pretty standard walking back to the car although somebody (thing?) had moved the Gerry can! My feet were really starting to play up by now which I thought would have been the case where heaps of road bashing takes place. So before long I find myself at the base of hells gate, ie the Burnt flat Ck hill here I just dropped it back to 2nd gear and grinded my way back to the car and all was good.
Fin.
PS Google earthed it just before, I was literally a stones throw away from the base of Mt Egan itself…DOH! With a bit of perseverance I probably would of easily found the track. Ah what the hell, there’s always next weekend, right?