I love the spring!
The best place to smell the roses is Halls Gap in spring. Well, smell the wildflowers at least.
Michael and I headed up to the Grampians for a weekend recently to do just that, smell the wildflowers and enjoy the great outdoors. We left on a Friday night getting there late.
The first thing to strike me is the smell of the trees, then as you step out of the car the amazing array of stars spread across the sky above.
I think as I stop to soak it in how the First People who have lived here for over 10,000 years must have often looked up to the sky and looked in awe at the view. The black outline of the ridges that gives way to the brilliance of the stars. The First People called this place Gariwerd.
We started Saturday morning with a run from our motel out past Brambuk, the visitors centre, and back, just about 6 kilometres. My normal run is several times around the local running track, so to be out in the brilliant sunlight in the cool of the morning surrounded by towering mountains, the smell of eucalypt and the odd mob of kangaroos is a real treat.
After our breakfast our first stop is Mt William. The mountain is the highest peak in the Grampians at 1,167 metres. The mountain reminds me of my youth. Many times have I climbed to its peak and looked at the fantastic surrounds of the Western District and the Grampians ranges. It’s pretty easy to get to the starting point for our walk. You drive. The fun starts after you get out of the car. It’s just 2 kilometres to the top on a well paved road, however, it’s steep!
We wind our way up and around the zig-zag road. The day is beautiful. Bright sunlight, not too hot. Just perfect for a slug up a mountain side. The flora changes as we ascend. From the tall eucalypts to the stunted bushes of the semi-alpine area. There’s not much to stop the wind at the top as it whistles through the communications tower when we reach the summit.
It’s a hard slog, but well worth the effort. We scramble around on the plateau exploring the rocks and taking in the view. We head southwards towards the Major Mitchell Plateau, this is the one spot in the whole world that I want to return to. It’s an incredible hike that takes you down the side of Mount William to the valley floor then the steep climb up the side of the MMP. However, that’s an adventure for another day. All I can do is look at it for now.
As we head back down the road to our car we pass a few people walking heading up – stopping to take plenty of photos, including a few of a 3 metre snake that winds its way across the road in front of us.
Once at the car we head on to Jimmy Creek to stop for a coffee, then onto Mafeking, home of the Grampians gold rush in the early 1900’s. We take a stroll around the old town where once 10,000 people lived. There’s nothing but bush here now, and a few mine shafts that have been covered up with wire mesh barriers to prevent you falling in.
Sunday morning dawns even brighter than the previous day. Today is wildflower day. It’s Halls Gap Annual Wild Flower Show, now into its 75th year.
First stop is the Botanic Gardens. I had no idea that Halls Gap had such a place. We wander around the gardens and look a the display of wildflowers on show. Mostly cut flowers put into old ice-cream tins. A permit is required to pick flowers in the Grampians, so not something you’d wander around the bush doing for a lovely display on the mantlepiece at home.
There’s this fantastic tree in the gardens. A survivor. Be sure to click on the image to the right to see the larger size, note the ice cream tin at the foot of the tree.
We wander through the exhibition in the local hall, grab some lunch and then head southwards again to Lake Bellfield.
We stop here, as we often do at Dairy Creek, the spot never disappoints with the local corella population taking up residence in the trees and making a fuss that only they can do. There seems to be thousands of the things gathered in the tree-tops. We stop for some photos.
As we drive out I’m scanning the sides of the road looking for wild flowers. While it’s great to see the variety on display in an exhibition, what I really want to see is the real thing, flowers in the wild.
In my mind, looking at wild flowers means grasslands with huge stands of blossoms blowing merrily in the wind. The reality is quite different. The flowers here are tiny. Small delicate blossoms close to the ground and scatter among the dead twigs, leaves and other tiny plants.
A flash of red and I stop the car. We get out and wander a few metres into the bush. There are the flowers, on the floor, barely 10 centimetres high with tiny flowers no larger than a 10¢ coin on the end of their slender stems. There’s a few here and there and we carefully trod our way through the undergrowth taking great delight in finding the perfect specimen to photograph.
At one point I was crouched down looking at an exquisite orchid and as I looked up at ground level my eyes were greeted with the wonderful array of flowers close by, a wonderful moment of connection for me with my husband, the ancient ground beneath my feet, the beauty of the orchid forest in front of me and the mountains as the back drop. The warm sun, gentle breeze, the sounds of the corellas, currawongs,
kookaburras and the occasional magpie.
Another great weekend away in a place that I never tire of visiting. It gives me a sense of mental renewal to be among such staggering beauty with the man I love and the bush I enjoy and admire.