21.72km +859m -1519m
Bloody chilly overnight. Nobody told me the alps would be cold.
And while we’re on the topic, what’s with all these bloody mountains, I’d like to know?
Something stumbled on my camp around midnight. Sounded like something large and bipedal heavily stomping up from the old gold town. It was either a yowie or a small wallaby.
I’ll make for Taylor’s Crossing today. A fairly easy 20km.
Gill creek. To ford or jump?
Fairly uneventful walking today. No views. Lots of fire trails.
Down, down, down into farmland and the lowest elevation since day one.
I found Rod at Taylor’s Crossing. He’d done a 30km day the day before, then taken today as a zero day.
With plenty of daylight left and camping at a river, I decided to try my luck fishing again. After no success on the far bank, I tried Rod’s suggested spot in the shade of a willow. After a while I got a fish on the line and brought it in. A decent sized trout. Rod got a fire going.
I tried to catch a second one, but with the shadows lengthening, eventually gave up.
Ghee, pepper, dried lemon and a little spice, then wrapped in aluminium foil and into the coals.
It was delicious. Catching and eating a trout was one of my goals for this walk and I’m glad to have pulled it off. That said, the time involved was formidable and I don’t think I’ll be doing any more fishing on this trip,
Tomorrow is resupply day, and also marks approximately the half-way mark. If I listen carefully in the gathering forest dusk, not too far away I can hear the sound of a ginger beer calling me.
