Protecting Wilderness and National Parks

Day 7: Thursday: 02 Oct 2016

Stage 4 - Unirover Trail Head to Yerranderie: drive in and camp Wednesday, October 1, for start Thursday 8am (stage ends October 4)

Boyd Plateau campsite

Boyd Plateau campsite

Boyd Plateau campsite

Alex and Sierra head off into the wilderness - the view from Lost Rock, just off the Unirover Trail.

Bushwalking in wilderness

This ridge line is nice and clear. Great walking.

Walking through wilderness

Wilderness walking.

Wilderness walking

The view from the Uni Rover Track as seen by Myles and Bert in 1914.

Xanthorrheoea garden.

Xanthorrhoea

Guy Dunphy in foreground and the rest of the photographers, sorry bushwalkers.

Photographing the wilderness

Back to the Kowmung again. Wet feet once more.

Kowmung river

The beautiful Kowmung River.

Kowmung River

Walking down the Kowmung River.

Kowmung River

Kowmung River reflections.

Kowmung River.

Wyn Jones by the Kowmung River, in the southern Blue Mountains.

Kowmung River

From Myles Dunphy's Journal No 4; Page139 -

I cannot help repeating that this place is splendid. Lie on your back on the grass-covered bank, the whispering pines [the River She-oaks, ed.] overhead, the soft lap and splash of the gently flowing stream beside you.

Hear the wonga kook-kook kooking with intermittent regularity, the black-backed magpies' clear cut call, the bold defiant whistle of the lyre-bird. Watch the perky pretty blue wren hop daintily to within feet of you, making a great little fuss the while,- as if resenting the intrusion into his domain. Regard the great wedge-tailed eagle soaring grandly aloft, a mere speck, king of the crags, and lord of the air.

And the greatest charm of the Kowmung is this: it is a gem locked within the ringed illimitable ranges; the mighty terraces; the makers or breakers of men; the ranges which have as many moods as a woman; the ranges which zealously thrust back from them those who love not the Hidden Places.

The breeze harping through the pines is delightfully soothing.

One could lie all day beside the stream and still enjoy.

The river is not yet spoilt. Its condition is natural. Excepting for a few casuarinas about Lannigans Creek which some cattlemen last summer cut down for feed, everything is just as nature is shaping it. You can roam as we did, for weeks and see no one. The place is yours whilst you are there. Then, cities and towns are dead to you and don't exist. You come to you own inheritance. Even as your ancestors did, you go forth armed to seek a meal. It is fine. Shout, sing, whistle, caper, feel young. Let the blood of youth course through your veins with added impetus. Realise you are living – and live! For the days of youth are numbered. Too quickly they pass away.

 …..Only in the forest and the bush, in the mountains or on the plains, can you secure the relaxation which Nature intended for you.

 …. The cities are artifical. …. Get out or peg out!”

Sierra's Journal - The Kowmung River

From our campsite at the Unirover trailhead, trekked back to Lost Rock, across the swampy creek next to our lunch spot from the previous day, through the open woodland, and along a the back of a ridge towards a steep descent. It’s amazing to see the variety of vegetation as you descend towards the river. The trees and shrubs can change completely within a hundred metres! The scents of the different blossoms slur together in a dizzying way with the lazy stirring of the breezes. The ridge top had some of the best views of the trip. I am continually awed by Mount Colong standing there alone with its band of orange exposed rock across the base. 

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