The highway driving was pretty easy except for the closure through Morwell where they are repairing the flood damage. We stopped for coffee at one little spot called Lady Lavender's Tea Room which was chintzy and welcoming.
|Lady Lavender's Tea Garden through the window.|
|Starting my trip notes before the crowds arrived.|
|View of the camp ground from the entry road.|
|The Dargo Hotel: wide verandas, the 'trucks', the boys with beers, the 'gal' roof.|
|These kids had walnuts & chestnuts for sale. Good value, lots of laughs.|
We did go up to the little cemetery to see the head stones of generations of a few families who have been farmers and cattlemen up here since (another colloquialism) cocky was an egg! (Which just means a jolly long time because cockatoos live for eight to ten decades. My great aunt had one for fifty or more years, but that's another story. When she went to England, Cocky didn't utter a word until he heard her voice at the front gate on her return after three months. He called out "Lucy, Lucy, Lucy" until she appeared and talked to him. They are remarkable birds.)
|My effort to capture the isolation, where land and sky meet, where spirit is and people are mostly not.|
On Saturday, we headed for the Dargo High Plains which was the main thing to see. It's quite a steep climb up there but very beautiful. The thing I was not prepared for was the extent of the fire damage still so evident from both recent 2009 fires and those in 2003.
|The epiphytes that turn our stately eucalypts into tormented bottle-brushes after fire.|
|The skeleton of a forest|
|Treasure's Huts. The third is behind me. Notice the bath for horses to drink, men to wash.|
The alpine grasslands were lovely once we reached the top, and they flatten out into broad plains with a roof-top view. The edges of each meadow are bounded by snow gums which have a typical shape with many trunks growing from a point close to the ground. When they shed their bark, the new surface of the trunks is the most stunning burnished colour.
|Snow gums at the edge of the grassy plain. Old rocks with lichens on them.|
|Picnic lunch amongst the trees and copious bird life.|
|And here's one little sweetie growing out of the charred stump of its Mum...well probably.|
|The town site of Grant. Here were fine hotels, all retail services, stables, iron monger, banks, and share broker!|
|Love river crossings - best view along the streams.|
|Looking out the window, great view across the top of Oz, not much on the left hand side.|
|The bull rushes are like flags in the mist.|