Federation hut. July 17th & 18th 2017

I trekked up the Bungalow spur on Monday . Once I passed Tobias gap it started to drizzle lightly. I put on Microspikes about 2 kms after that food and gear change pit stop. It began to spit with rain so on went the weatherproof top and pants. Once I reached the old F.top hut ruins it was snowing but still not snow shoe depth under foot. I was really fagged and I had to make myself grovel up to Fed. hut and warm up inside the hut .I had missed lunch and was feeling cold and depleted of energy.
I changed into dry thermals inside the hut , ate lunch and got the fire going. Then I put the tent up . It was snowing a lot, the snow was dry and it was really throwing it down.
I was almost feeling almost human after arriving at the hut in a tired and emotional state, shattered really , I went and cut some wood for the evening.
I was post holing away from the Little Feathertop track.
Another snow shoe trekker with an ice axe arrived. Paul had slogged it all the way up the Bon Accord spur and crossed the Razorback in iffy conditions.It was a brave and superhuman effort . He was clearly over exhausted.He put up his tent and crashed out out until he emerged to cook something inside the hut. The tank was frozen solid so I was melting snow for water.
The evening went by quite peacefully in the hut with the fire,candle light , my travel guitar and a full stomach( daal and rice ) and fatigued legs.
Overnight in my tent I heard THAT SOUND. A snow storm. I thought it could have been rain but at day break I went out to pee and found that the tent has been buried under at least 20 cm of snow.It was still snowing and it was still effing windy too.
It was not the day to rehearse one's ice axe skills. It was a white out and not far off being a blizzard.One had to limit the time I was exposed to the elements outdoors. I wanted to replace the fire wood in the hut for the next person , but I could not see anything too well .The wind was very cold and any bare skin was quickly becoming numb.I dug out and packed up the tent and my gear and had breakfast in the hut . It was snow shoe time. There was a lot of dry powder snow and the scene had been transformed from the day before. It was spooky heading down the Bungalow spur solo in snow shoes.
I more or less went straight through to bottom of the track , with a stop to change from snow shoes to microspikes at about one kilometre after the hut ruins and I also stopped to wolf down some water and trail mix at the less hostile Picture point bench. It was still raining at the bottom. It went from snow to sleet to hail to rain.
I must be mad but I am going back up there again in August ! .I reported to Enzo the Ranger in Bright the fallen timber on the track and Bungalow spur trail head intentions book no longer having any empty pages.It rained a lot on my way back to my friend's house in Myrtleford. That hot shower,shave and change of clothes was GOLD.Photos are coming soon.
I changed into dry thermals inside the hut , ate lunch and got the fire going. Then I put the tent up . It was snowing a lot, the snow was dry and it was really throwing it down.
I was almost feeling almost human after arriving at the hut in a tired and emotional state, shattered really , I went and cut some wood for the evening.
I was post holing away from the Little Feathertop track.
Another snow shoe trekker with an ice axe arrived. Paul had slogged it all the way up the Bon Accord spur and crossed the Razorback in iffy conditions.It was a brave and superhuman effort . He was clearly over exhausted.He put up his tent and crashed out out until he emerged to cook something inside the hut. The tank was frozen solid so I was melting snow for water.
The evening went by quite peacefully in the hut with the fire,candle light , my travel guitar and a full stomach( daal and rice ) and fatigued legs.
Overnight in my tent I heard THAT SOUND. A snow storm. I thought it could have been rain but at day break I went out to pee and found that the tent has been buried under at least 20 cm of snow.It was still snowing and it was still effing windy too.
It was not the day to rehearse one's ice axe skills. It was a white out and not far off being a blizzard.One had to limit the time I was exposed to the elements outdoors. I wanted to replace the fire wood in the hut for the next person , but I could not see anything too well .The wind was very cold and any bare skin was quickly becoming numb.I dug out and packed up the tent and my gear and had breakfast in the hut . It was snow shoe time. There was a lot of dry powder snow and the scene had been transformed from the day before. It was spooky heading down the Bungalow spur solo in snow shoes.
I more or less went straight through to bottom of the track , with a stop to change from snow shoes to microspikes at about one kilometre after the hut ruins and I also stopped to wolf down some water and trail mix at the less hostile Picture point bench. It was still raining at the bottom. It went from snow to sleet to hail to rain.
I must be mad but I am going back up there again in August ! .I reported to Enzo the Ranger in Bright the fallen timber on the track and Bungalow spur trail head intentions book no longer having any empty pages.It rained a lot on my way back to my friend's house in Myrtleford. That hot shower,shave and change of clothes was GOLD.Photos are coming soon.