2009-09-19 -37 145
 The Place
In a water catchment area to the east of Healesville.
Stevage was on an epic mountain biking cycle tour through the Yarra Ranges when I messaged him the location of a 'reasonable' geohash. He rode to near the hashpoint from public transport coming out of Melbourne, jumped over a barbed wire fence into a water catchment area, but didn't get to the hashpoint due to a waterfall. It was the middle of the night, near the end-time for the hash, and Stevage had to down-climb a slippery slope for about an hour reaching the gully where the hash was expected to be, but, as it was raining and getting late and Stevage had not sourced a suitable camping site at this stage, he did not attempt to cross the slimy log across the waterfall baring his way. Giving up due to not having mobile reception and hence encouragement from me, he quickly ambled back up the slope to his bike, continuing his cycle tour the next day along the Warburton to Lilydale Rail Trail. Correct me if I'm wrong Stevage.
This was a couple of years ago, but is burnt into my brain, so I've decided to do it justice by writing it up properly.
I was on a 3-day solo cycle tour armed with some new lightweight Bike-packing gear. My plan was to ride from Hurstbridge up to Marysville, through dirt roads, singletrack, etc, before eventually succombing to civilisation. Halfway along my first day, at [Yarra Glen, I got the news of the hash from Felix. I had good topographic maps with me, and Felix's GPS, so I was well equipped to take it on. I studied the map for a while (note the location) and concluded it was possible - tough, but possible. I'd have to ride into the Yarra Ranges park, ride or push up an enormously steep hill, then a couple of hundred metres of bush bashing. I abandoned my original plans, and headed off.
In Healesville, I stopped briefly to admire a local steam train enthusiasts festival, stocked up on food (I was pretty sure I'd end up camping in the bush) but didn't dally. From memory it was getting on in the afternoon, perhaps 4ish. I pushed on. By the time I got to the entrance to the park, I'd had a pretty solid day's workout, with lots of fun mountain biking earlier in the day, but I was feeling good. Psyched, in fact. Visions of valiantly, determinedly, grinding my way up a steep hill floated before me. I had the gear, I had the food, I had the energy - it would be wrong not to do it.
Heading into the park revealed a small problem: a locked gate. The hash was inside a water catchment. Damn. Unlike other countries, most Australian water catchments are restricted areas, enabling us to drink untreated water with no risk of contamination. I'm in favour of this situation, but it posed a dilemma. There was, however, a confusing sign on the gate, suggesting that this track was only closed due to the danger of falling trees - it had been burnt out only six months earlier. Maybe this track was actually normally open to the public? There were two phone numbers: Melbourne Water, and Parks Victoria. The former didn't answer (it was around 6ish on a Saturday night). The latter was answered by someone who, in retrospect, was a bit clueless. I asked if the track was actually meant to be closed (the sign was unclear). She looked it up in her computer. The computer said no. I rejoiced, thanked her, looked shiftily around, and manhandled my loaded bike over the barbed wire fence. Guilty, I pushed on.
The mood of the forbidden track was surprisingly peaceful. The stark, burnt out forest with fragments of green was beautiful. The wind wooshed through, making tree trunks creak menacingly. Distant trail bikes sounded like Parks Victoria officers about to spring me. The muddy track wound steadily up into the hills, well signposted with original names such as "Track 1", "Track 2", and, my favourite, "Track 3". On I climbed.
Then I struck the worst, "Track 6". It was steep. Steep and muddy. I was just able to ride on it, but the effort consumed a lot of energy. I experimented with the speedo. I could ride at 5kph, puffing heavily. Or I could comfortably walk at 3-4kph. I had several hundred vertical metres to go. Clomp, clomp, slip, clomp, it went on. The light faded. I clomped on, peaceful, calm.
Eventually I hit rideable track again. I emerged onto the side of a ridge, with what later proved to be an amazing view. A few hundred metres more, then the moment of truth. I was at apogee.
(to be continued...)
Hopefully Stevage provides some photos for this trip at some stage, even if they're a bit dodge. Photos are good stuff.
- Mother Nature's Bitch