Monthly Archives: May 2020
Polly’s to Gooram (by kayak)
This can be a challenging, but gorgeous walk anytime. However, when in flood it is an amazing place for chuting with daggers as well.
I met these guys at Polly’s one year as they were preparing to take on the large number of falls and cascades in these highly manoeuvrable kayaks. They watch BOM for a certain flood level as a trigger point to take on the raging water. They emphasised this was only something to do when the water level was right. Otherwise, the risk of disaster was manyfold higher.
I hadn’t seen the video until Sim posted it on bogietree enjoy: shooting the flooded Sevens
“Whroo” by Vonnie Deering
Vonnie sent me this lovely poem after seeing my recent post about Whroo Historic Area. It has been a favourite site for her and husband Graham over the years. I can see why. I have Vonnie’s permission to reproduce it here.
This place is littered with broken brick,
discarded bits of crockery,
signs that once this was a home
to those who dug for gold.
They have been gone a long time now –
gone with the spoils of their sojourn –
leaving the bush, now done with,
to its thoughts.
Neglected fruit trees struggle to survive,
the wells are dry and mine shafts filled
with rubbish and with rubble;
peppercorns droop,
their pale pink seed pods dangle,
their spicy scent hangs in the warming morning;
tired pines lean into afternoon
with limbs like old bones, twisted.
Absence has brought wildflowers to
the graves within the little cemetery –
bindweed and finger flowers are bright
against the dusty ground;
the headstones slump and mutely spell out
lives in gaining spent.
The ironbarks have staked their claim;
the native cherry and the wattle stand
amongst the straggling Chinese scrub;
mounds of mullock have grassed over and
the hard earth, spread with scats,
is rich again with golden everlastings.
Choughs in dozens protest at approach;
loudly, harshly they insist
this place of strange abandoned beauty
is their territory.