The weather wasn’t quite as nice as we thought it would be but not to worry, as long as it doesn’t rain, it will be fine. A few daywalkers were to join us for a shorter version and to look at a place they had not been to before. Our first stop at a look from Point Hill was very chilly to say the least. A very brisk cold wind was blowing straight at us. We didn’t stay long to admire the view and set off down the Slot Way to another lookout and then to descend to Nattai River.
We were to do a circuit of 14km which sounds like a good days walk, but we just wanted to spend the night out camping and enjoying some peace and quiet, so made an overnighter of it. Hopefully there would not be any boy scouts at the camp site as it was also a popular overnight walk for them. After our two previous walks in this area we had a good idea now of where we were to go. The walk description said there was a steep descent at the end of the ‘Slot’ gully so we were prepared for that. Having a break at the top of the descent, the view was spectacular and we could see where the track went, straight down. This is not an official National Parks walk and though the track had been pretty easy to find so far, we knew it would not be as easy to follow down over rocks.
So with Grandpa joining us we set off down, down, down the rocks following the yellow and blue dots, which made the going much easier. At the bottom there was meant to be a clearing beside the river but the regrowth made the going pretty treacherous. We knew there was only one way to go, between the river and the cliff but even so every way we turned there were vines and bushes and fallen trees to stop us. Just as well we weren’t doing all this in one day as the 1.7 km along the river took at least 1.5 hours. We passed lots of ploughed ground courtesy of wild pigs but the ‘vertebrate pest control’ by the National Parks a few weeks previous must have been quite successful as there was not recent poop or smell, so we were pretty happy that there would be not pigs. The banks where they had turned over the soil were the only places that were clear and even the wandering jew was uprooted. Maybe wild pigs do do some good after all.
We were all bruised and dirty and tired by the time we finally reached the clearing at Macarthur’s Flat beside the Nattai River. What a delight with jonquils blooming and crystal clear water in the creek running into the river and firewood, too good.
Wandering about later, I came across more domesticity. An old and very large combustion stove with a large water heater on the side, a cement laundry trough in very good condition and an old bed in very bad condition. How or why these things were there is a puzzle, it didn’t look like there had ever been a house here. I suppose someone lived around here sometime in the past. Of course the fire bugs got busy and we were soon cozy and waiting for it to get dark so we could go to sleep and rest our weary bones.
The next morning it was up and up and up the track, this time on the well-defined Starlight’s Trail. We were soon puffing and taking it very slowly but eventually after many rest stops we got back near the top where the cold wind was still blowing. We had enough water left when we got back to the car to boil the billy and have a warming cuppa. I made everyone do stretches so there would not be too much pain tomorrow. We all felt good but tired and of course we had to have the conversation about where to next. These tracks are described in a local bushwalking book by Robert Sloss, so we might keep working our way through the book. YeeHa