Dave, G'day, Happy New Year Mate. May your New Year be prosperous, much travelled and well ridden.
I'm notoriously late for parties that I'm invited too. I've an excuse, I've been bush for the last couple of days.
Dave, I hope you like the contrast between your post and mine, for both the landscape and the temp ... 31° - 36°C here, with an overnight minimum of 21°C (about 72°F in the old money).
I was originally going into the deep gorges around the Shoalhaven River and the Clyde River looking for pockets of rainforest to ride close to and then walk into, and find slick sandstone pavement to ride out on. The photo immediately below, is of the upper Clyde River Gorge, and was taken on an earlier trip.
My best made plans were thwarted by out of season heavy rains, which were reported to be the tail end of a tropical cyclone, 5,000 kilometres off course and out of cyclone areas.
I didn't feel like dumping the car and riding 50 ks through the mud and sticky clay of the Eastern Escarpment to reach locked gates, so I change tack and went to the sandy fire trails of the Western Escarpment. Which turned out to be an excellent move. I had the good fortune of meeting two trail bike riders who briefed me on what to expect water wise. Which was good because I hauled very little weight up hill for 5 hours. Their advice was spot on. There was just so much running water it was extraordinary. I don't know if this post-Christmas journey is best described as a MTB ride or a swimming trip.
I had to climb several levels and cross a couple of swamps to summit an unnamed plateau ... I pushed and carried the bike in places. Riding back to my camp was practically all down hill for 19 kilometres, on double track.
It was hot, humid and surprisingly free of annoying-insect. The water crossings were amazing. The sandstone pavements were long and interesting and all I hoped to find. The views in this little visited area are pristine and stunningly beautiful. My photography doesn't do this place justice, not for my short stay, at least.
These shots were taken over two days, but describe each day. I started the rides before sunrise at a dismal swamp, beside a sandy fire trail.
Then the fogs rolled in with the temperature inversion and turned the dismal swamp into an ethereal swamp.
The first river crossing at about 7am. Just knee deep here. On the return journey I found it very hard to quickly cross this river, in the deepest spot I could find ... in the 31C heat. It took me an hour and a half to cross this river on the return journey. Swimming up-stream, floating down-stream and much duck-diving.
Then came the ride up hill for the next several hours. The vegetation here is widely varied. Tall moist Eucalyptus forests and pockets of rainforests are found beside the rivers and in the deeper gullies. Sparse open woodlands occupy the clearings with Inland Scribbly Barks, Ribbon Gums, Casuarinas and Grass Trees and on the summits of the plateaus and peaks are found heath, of Dwarf Casuarinas, spiky Hakeas and Malley Eucalypts.
The first level reached ... open woodland.
Another flowing creek crossing. It is unusual to see the sandstone pavement this low down, normally at this level the rock is conglomerate. There is no drama drinking any of the flowing water here, it is all sandstone filtered. The track can be seen on the other side of the creek.
The summit of the unnamed plateau in sight, with water running over the rock. These are some of the oldest exposed rocks on earth. They are silicon skinned sandstone. Extremely slow 'Elephant Hide' weathering and very hard crusted. Once the thin crust breaks the rock inside is like soft talcum powder. These rocks were on the surface of the earth when the now summit of Mount Everest (27,000+ft ASL) was still beneath the sea. The summit of Mount Everest is marine limestone. I've sung old songs in older caves in the Budawangs.
Approaching the summit, filling the water bottles.
The reason why I climbed. I'm not a big fan of climbing, although I seem to climb a lot. Every time I feel puffed when I'm climbing ... I get off the bike and take a photo. I can climb all day like this and not feel too tired.
The next two shots were on the evening of the second day, when I rode to the escarpments.
When I'm on the plateaus (technically they are butes) looking down, it can look like this. Photo from a previous trip.
The wilderness of the Great Escarpment at the southern edge of the Sydney Basin is a spectacular place.
Warren.