This report will not be very informative, it's more of a therapeutical debriefing.

I Stayed the night at Mountain Creek campground, decided to sleep in car, which wasn't smart.
Hard to get comfortable in the car, and some folks who arrived after dark decided they needed a campfire, and were walking around the edges of the campground with headlamps on full blair at regular intervals was required to source fuel until 1 am.
I heard what sounded like a demented bull calling out a few times, which I assume was a Sambar Buck doing what ever it is Sambar Bucks do.
The good think about being uncomfortable was I woke up about 4am. So, I dedided to grab my gear and head along mountain creek road to go up Eskdale spur, figuring that by the time I got there, it would be daylight.
I didn't fancy walking up staircase in the pre-dawn.
I had a snack at the Eskdale Spur trailhead after a quick climb on the track that shortcuts from Mountain Creek road to Camp Creek Gap.
Climbing up, I went pretty slow, even for me, so I wouldn't 'blow out' and feel like I couldn't breathe and stop all the time.
So the time it took to get up the hill was a long, but it worked as I didn't stop-start all the way up, but shuffled along well until near Michell hut.
I was starting to feel stuffed when I got there after about 2 and half hours of climbing (about a km an hour!) from Camp Creek Gap.
I had a snack and spoke to some guys there, who were heading down the mountain.
They said the dodgy weather coming along in the arvo could mean I'd be stuck at Cleve Cole hut all Sunday with the wind howling over the summit plateau at 100km plus.
The thought of staying two nights and missing work on Monday appealed.....
I'd been checking the weather for Falls creek and trying to get a good forecast for Mt Bogong from Meteye, and it didn't seem that horrendous, but they seemed confident of their information.
Not being an Alpine expert, and with my partner already warning me about the weather, I took the coward's attack (retreat) and decided to summit and then head back down after.
This decision, of course, rendered my tent, sleeping mat, quilt, raincoat, rainpaints, cooking gear, etc all dead weight.
I was lugging them up the hill for no reason.
Anyway, the walk after Michell hut was a slog. I was already pretty stuffed, so when it got to above the treeline.
It was stop start - I wasn't blowing too hard, just not much energy.
A few folks just skipped past me, I hope they started from Granite Flat or something, that wouldn't make it so bad...
I managed to drag my fat butt up to the summit plateau, and then onto the summit.
It felt like an achievement to reach the summit.
Once above the treeline, you can see mountains in all directions, I saw a plateau to the North East, which I wondered if it was the main range of the Snowys. Probably not.
Feathertop looked like an arrow head from the summit area.
I've read the view is a bit 'meh', but I thought it was pretty good, and would've liked to head over to West-Peak for a look as well. Maybe some other time.
A quick photo, snack, stand on side of Cairn to briefly be highest person in Victoria, and then down the Staircase spur.
People had told me the Staircase wasn't as steep as Eskdale, but I think they were just trying to make me feel better.
It was a struggle with tired legs, and I slipped on my *&%$#! a few times going down, but no injuries, and the rain started just at the bottom of the spur.
I got a bit wet, but all good, changed back at car an long drive back to Melbourne, with plenty of stops when fatigue was getting to me....
I'm impressed by how fit some people are, basically skipping up and down paths that are steep and a bit treacherous for me.
I was getting passed by people going up or down, who seemed to be strolling in the park.
I walked basically from 4:15 am to 4:30 pm. I reckon I walked at least 10 of those 12 hours.
On the way down, I think I swore off hiking a few times, with muscle ache, fatigue, blisters, chafing, and potential DOMS.
But that'll all heal, and I'm sure I'll imagine the next hike will be a breeze and foolishly bite off more than I can chew again...