No not another advertising campaign featuring Lara Bingle, the title has more to do with a walk I did in the wild dogs without a map.
Now before I get lambasted an irresponsible fool with intent to waste tax payers money on SAR services, hear me out. My original plan was to do the K2K via the bushwalkers corridor/Gingra range but as I dawdled my way along Narrow neck with 12 klm of thinking time up my sleeve I reasoned I would be arriving at Kanangra tops Monday afternoonish, what would be my chances of getting a ride out of there? would there be tourist in the first place? and if there was would they pick me up...A pair of Swedish backpackers named Heidi and Helga I am not.
So by about 2ish I was at meadlow gap from here I walked the fire trail another 700 mtrs or so and turned right onto a well worn footpad. About 3klm on from the track head it started to pour heavily luckily I was at a great established camp site complete with fire ring and a nice level grass covered ground. The camp site was situated on a rise of land forked by to creeks, where the creeks meet to form one there was quiet a deep pool of good water. Set up camp here and before long it was hailing...The decision to abort now seemed justified.
Next morning I followed the track along until it came to a Y junction, I followed the more straighter path for awhile until it siddled close to a creek, if you literally walked a few steps to your right you would be standing above the creek on a rock bank. I then back tracked to the junction and this time took the right hand lead. Followed this for quiet awhile, track went from well trodden to vague in parts but generally seemed to follow a ridge line that looked upon a few creeks. By time I'd had enough the track was about to plummet quiet steeply down to a valley below, being mapless I thought best not to push on and made my way back to meadlow gap.
Back at the gap I turned left with the intention of returning to narrow neck via carlon chains. Crossed 2 fords along the way one with a good camp site at it and both with plenty of water flowing through (why the hell I was humping 2litres of water on my back I'll never know!!) Couldn't find the spur up to the chains for love nor money so I took a punt and turned down Bellbird ridge and headed for Dunphys camp which I was happy to see because the only sign indicating it being there was written in texta on a piece of plastic.
From here it was a grind through carlons property up the hill, down the road and onto the 6 ft ftrack. Here I was thinking of setting up camp and doing Nellies Glenn in the morn but just as I was about to spill the contents of my pack a passing motorist offered me lift back into Katoomba, storm clouds were regathering so yes please was y answer.
All in all a funny old trip as I never really knew exactly where I was...but it all worked out.