I've just got back from my annual trip to the Northern Snowies. I'll write a report when I get a chance but thought folk might be interested on events on my first night out.
I started out from the Thomas Boyd track head on the Hume and Hovel walking track. I followed the track for a while and then turned off onto the Warogong FT. This I followed for the rest of the day through the Bogong Peaks wilderness. By dusk I had covered over 50 ks and was ready to call it a day. I settled on a spot just over Ruby Ck. The only available spot was right on the track but I hadn't seen a soul all day and there was no sign that any vehicle had been along the track in years, so I reasoned it should be fine? After all there had been a locked gate at the start of the track and I knew there was another ahead?
So I set up camp and enjoyed a good meal before turning in just on dark. It was a beautiful night. No moon and a star filled sky. it had been a long day. Over 13 hours on the trail. I was quickly asleep.
I thought at first I was dreaming. But no they were voices I could hear! And then a light reflecting off the trees. And then the unmistakable sound of an engine revving. This can't be happening? I peered out of the tent just in time to be blinded by the headlights and driving lights of a 4wd bearing down the track less than 100 m away! In a panic I tried to disentangle myself from the sleeping bag and scramble out of the tent. I made it just in time because the vehicle kept going, swerving at the last moment around my tent and continuing on over the fire and across the creek! I had to pinch myself. Was this really happening? Or had I dreamed the whole thing?
Shaking my head I made my way back into bed and had no sooner drifted off to sleep than I heard the sound of an engine revving. Not again? Sure enough on poking my head out I saw the lights of a vehicle coming back down the hill on the other side of the creek! Better prepared I grabbed my torch this time and waved it furiously as it approached. This time it stopped and it turns out they had lost their sheep dog and were out looking for it.
At least they apologized.
Next morning as I continued on my way I noticed that the gate just up the track from my camp had been cut as had the one on Michelago trail. This was no doubt how they had made their way in from the Goobarragandra power line road.
I exported the vandalism to NPWS field staff I happened to pass as they were having their morning smoko beside the Jounama trail.
First it me that has ever happened to me.
K