As a continuation of this thread, I thought it would be useful to others to have this following trip report out there with further information in their trip planning stages.
Given the departure to German lands of our good friend and former team leader Damoprz we decided conduct the inaugural ‘Damoprz Type II Memorial Extravaganza’. A small weekend trip between the of 4 of us who have most endured/enjoyed the Type II fun (
https://kellycordes.com/2009/11/02/the-fun-scale/) thrown at us by his truly. Our destination was Eagle peaks, to tick this off our list after reluctantly deciding that we were underprepared for the attempt last time given the large amount of snow. 13 months later and although small amounts of snow was forecasted it was clear that levels were much lower than last time. We planned for a circuit starting and ending at seven-mile campsite. Leaving the big smoke around 6pm on Fri we arrived late after a nutritious food stop at ‘AmbleInn’ in Yea. We camped in the area close to the road as the rise and massive pothole on the opposing side of the first ford looked a bit much for ol’ ‘Rustbucket’ my hardy 92’ Toyota Corolla
After packing up camp in the morning we set off at around 9:15 am taking the high/low tracks down toward sheepyard flat. Not far in the track headed into the river. Barely even warm, we were reluctant to chill our legs for an unnecessary crossing. So commenced the first instance of bush bashing much earlier than anticipated. Soon sick of the stupidity of fighting through bush with a functional carefree road only 100 meters away, we soon joined back with civilisation. We found the marked track to what I guess should be called five-mile spur. There was a blue ribbon and clear way forward up the spur. The ribbon was soon forgotten and no more were spotted again but the way was clear and obvious up until the peak at 953m. From here until the eagle peaks track the vegetation was less welcoming and we deployed our well-developed type II bush bashing skills. We reached the track at 12:45pm in time to enjoy a view of the advancing weather.

From here on in the track was super easy to follow. Mr Weather soon joined us, as too did our rainjackets which did not separate from our bodies for the rest of the day. Lunch was held at the peak at 1236m although not for too long as without activity the cold crept into our bones and depressed our mood. At some point above 1300m we hit our first patches of snow which eventually grew although not too overly significant levels.
The ridgeline was followed and although we could kind of get a feel for the steep drop off either side the full extent was lost in a haze. Would love to come back on a clear day.

At some point, we realised that we had passed our intended turnoff. A few minutes reorientation with the GPS using unresponsive hands headed us back. It seems that the most interesting section of track lies further eastwards then the track junction so we weren’t disappointed with our mistake. It turns out that the junction is marked where there is an orange triangle pointing eastwards A steep decent down the ridgeline followed which eventually levelled out. Around 5pm with hazy twilight upon us we decided to camp near a rise at 1296 where we had already had tentative plans to camp, terrain obliging. After some unfortunate rice spillage on my behalf, a warm dinner was prepared to be subsequently consumed within the warmer confines of one of the tents. Chocolate pudding brandy, more chocolate and games of 500 ensured a pleasant evening. Alternating bursts of aggressive weather hit us through the night although tree cover protected us from the worst of the gusts. In the morning, we woke up to the realisation that we had been lightly dusted in the snowy stuff.

Following a hot cup of coffee and some more excellent breakfast slice the squad headed further on its way following the track down to its interception with the road at eight-mile gap. The point-woman was far out in head and managed to surprise a hunter parked at the road. It was suggested to her that our planned way ahead was difficult and we should follow the road until it intersected the track we were heading towards. Further consultation with the map revealed a choice. 6.5 km with 4 km of boring road or…. 1.5 Kms of good ol’ type II fun. Given the purpose of the extravaganza, the choice was obvious to all. Indeed, the way was not easy but nor was it exceptionally difficult either. A real key was learning to weave oneself in, out and under the stems and branches. Although through all this we received many face whips, scratches as well as becoming quite wet. We were able to get some views of the Bluff which looked like it would be fun to climb in such a white blanket.

Reaching eight-mile spur we had lunch looking out over the lower 4/5ths of Mt Buller with the cold again hurrying us up. Super easy walk down the spur got us down to eight-mile campsite and the high track this time took us all the way through to seven-mile campsite and back to rustbucket with plenty of daylight to spare. As has now become tradition we stopped off at Mansfield Thai for our re-acclimatisation to the delights of the modern world...