I had been riding every day but this alone was not enough, after all I couldn't continually ride all day. On one particular ride I went via some back roads to find a back way in a little National Park not far from my home. As most popular parks were closed, along with their comping grounds, it was great to find one that wasn't on the closed list. Actually it wasn't on any list at all, even the Queensland Parks and Wildlife's website.
It had been years since I had hiked. Before marriage and children in my younger days it was a regular thing to do. But as I got older it seemed to fade away sadly. I had been planning on getting back into it for sometime now as another extension of my love for the outdoors. But it never seemed to eventuate. With the exception of an over night stint into Cordalba State Forest just prior to Chemoradiation Therapy some months back, it hadn't happened.
As I am going to be off the bike for some months due to the recovery, and nature, of my surgery hiking has seemed like the perfect thing to get back into. The surgery the perfect excuse for me to take the plunge once again.
After investigating our little nearby National Park it was then I decided to hike for a couple of days, rather than bike pack. It wasn't going to be massive, it was to any particular destination, it was merely to get out in the fresh air, breath deeply and enjoy the peace of nature one last time before heading to hospital for my surgery. So that is what I did, packed the pack, and off I trotted.
It was around 12.00 pm when my wife dropped me off at the entrance to the Park off Goodwood Road. We kissed and waved our goodbyes as I turned and set off into the scrub. Immediately a calm come over me. The bush has a way of doing that. I also noticed how quiet it was, so close the main road, yet so quiet, so tranquil. I suppose the whole Covid fiasco had a part in this as well, as traffic was at a minimum.
Now inside the shade of the Park a cool south easterly breeze blew gently. I was met with the stunning sight of banksias and grass trees. The smell of eucalypt flooded the air and following the rugged four wheel drive track it was easy to forget the past few weeks.
My aim for the day was to follow a myriad of tracks and trails until I came to Mahogony Creek. From here I was looking for a power line maintenance trail that would lead me south to Folleys Road.
After following a few four wheel drive trails and what appeared to be forestry roads I came out into a clearing. It was here I thought that I would meet up with the power line trail but it wasn't. Instead it was a forestry road that divided Bingera National Park and Elliott State Forest.
I was a little disorientated when I come out here and I was glad at this stage I had brought my compass along. After searching Google Maps and consulting with my compass I was able to find a water access trail that would lead me in the direction of Mahogany Creek.
I turned up the access trail and followed it for a couple of kilometres. Large weeds grew tall as the trail hadn't been used much. Amongst the tall weeds Orb spiders, in the droves, had stretched their fishing line like webs across the trail. Upon exit I felt like a ball of fairy floss on a stick.
I came out onto another overgrown and little used forestry road. It again divined the hoop pines of the state forest and the natural bush land the national park. There were also several roads leading of this point. There was a selection of ways I could go. It was only early so after checking maps and compass yet again I opted for the longer, more scenic route. Actually I had no idea where I was going, as I had never been out here before.
I was heading south west at this stage and the forestry road disappeared amongst tall grass that was at least six foot tall. I was able to spy the narrow tracks through the grass and thought to myself, "I hope there is no snakes in there". I took a deep breath, stomped as loud as I could and waved my trekking pole around, not just for the snakes, but for more of the Orb Spiders' sticky traps that awaited me.
The tall grass continued for around five hundred meters or so. It came out into a shady clearing still diving the forest from the park. It eventually led onto a more regularly used trail which swung to the south east. I found a small clearing among scrub and jostled through onto another trail leading in the direction I wanted.
A sandy trail now laid the path for where I wanted to go. Coming out onto other cross roads along the way, I felt like I was zig-zagging this way and that to get to where I wanted to go. Now heading north I was on my final leg for the day. I hadn't found the power line track, but it wasn't long before I came across the crystal clear, cool and shaded waters of Mahogany Creek as it crossed the road.
There were several good camp sites to choose from but as the scrub was quite thick they were all virtually on the side of the road. I wanted to light a fire, and being on the side of the road, no matter how quiet they are was not something I wanted to do.
I spied around and found the remnants of an old track. I followed it along for around three hundred meters and found two perfect tress, shade and a nicely raised small clearing just prefect for a fire. So I set about setting up the hammock and tarp and collecting fire wood. As it wasn't too far from the creek I headed down and collected some fresh water.
I got the fire ready but decided not to light it until dark. On went my small homemade alcohol stove and I was shortly sitting back in my chair enjoying a much needed coffee and a protein bar. Night came, the fire now lit, dinner scoffed down and a peaceful night sitting in the flames glow as I sipped a hot tea and some McAlisters Single Malt was to follow before turning in.
The next morning started early. The night's sleep was a bit rough and broken due to what seemed to be farm machinery in the distance echoing through the night air. With the early morning's sun streaming through a gap between my tarp and hammock I decided it was the perfect time for coffee.
I was trying a new blend of coffee bag on this trip, Robert Timms Golden Columbian Style. It's not a bad drop and had the approval of this particular coffee snob. A cereal bar for breakfast and I slowly set about breaking down camp in preparation for this days hike.
I was trying a new blend of coffee bag on this trip, Robert Timms Golden Columbian Style. It's not a bad drop and had the approval of this particular coffee snob. A cereal bar for breakfast and I slowly set about breaking down camp in preparation for this days hike.
This day was like the previous, I had no particular plan, just a rough idea of where I wanted to go and the direction I wanted to head. It was around 9.00 am when I finally started walking and the morning's air was still and quite humid.
Down across the creek and up a small hill then westward bound heading for the power line track. I thought that it wold take some time to get to this track, but I was there in a relatively short time. The autumn sun of Queensland beating down it was warming up fast. Now heading in a southerly direction the landscape was open with little shade. A slight south easterly had begun to blow a little earlier cooling things down. But now any breeze there was was thwarted by the thick shrubbery on my eastern side.
The power line track had mixed obstacles along it's path. Long grass, muddy semi dried water holes and of course the sun. I stopped several times to rest and take in some lovely views of native flora and bird life along the way. I played cat and mouse with a pheasant coucal trying to snap a photo. But as I walked one way to catch up with it, it would fly back to the original position near the track. I gave up and took a photo of a butterfly on a banksia flower. It was much easier to tame.
Onward it wasn't long before I came to Mahogany Creek once again. The previous crossing was shallow, only boot deep and was easier to navigate across. This crossing however, was much deeper. I dropped my pack on the ground and went in search for an easier crossing. Both sides of the crossing were deep water holes better suited for a canoe rather than a hiker attempting to keep his feet dry.
I went back to my original spot on the track and had resigned myself to obtaining wet boots and socks. At the last minute I remembered my thongs. Off went the boots and socks and on went the pluggas and began entering the clear cool water. It ended up around knee deep and was refreshing to say the least. My feet had been becoming a little sore over the past kilometre and it was lovely to stand in the middle and let the cool water continue it's soothing effect.
Over the other side I decided to side in some shade that I found. A coolish, of sorts, Staminade was guzzled down, along with a couple of protein bars. As I drank and ate my feet dried and it wasn't long before the boots were back on and I was onward once again.
As I climbed up out of the creek crossing the countryside had become more open, a little hotter and more undulating. My feet began hurting a little more and my left knee began to ache. Yes I know, I'm a sook.
I pressed on until about 3.30 pm and with around ten kilometres under my belt for they day I found a lovely shady little spot with two perfect trees for a hammock. I wasn't in any hurry. I was after all, just out to get some freedom after such a long time in isolation.
I set the hammock up and realised that I was only approximately four hundred meters north of Folleys Road, and around one hundred meters where I had planned to turn back into the enclosure of the Park once again. It didn't worry me and I settled back for a cuppa and another snack.
I decided to off the boots and socks, get changed out f my sweaty clothes and sit back for the evening to enjoy the setting sun. Looking down I notice a lump on my left big toe. It was a blister of a reasonable size. I then looked down at me left heal where my foot had been aching, and there it was, a blister almost the size of a small chicken's egg.
I had surgery in a week. I knew that if I was to continue the next day the blister would most likely pop. This would then be an open wound and could quite possibly jeopardise surgery. I only had another nine kilometres to hike the following day but I didn't want to take the chance. This would be my last day's hiking.
As I was so close to Folleys Road and there was vehicle access to where I was, I organised my wife to drive out the next morning to pick me up. After all I had had a great couple of days and a fantastic way to celebrate the Anzac long weekend.
I didn't light a fire this night as I was in sight of nearby farms. I could have possibly with no drama, but being not far from the road and close to farms I didn't want to attract any attention. I settled back, enjoyed the sunset and settled in for the night. It was a much more peaceful night's sleep than the night before. It was much quieter and only the crickets and night birds kept me company. Although I could hear kangaroos squabbling through the scrub at night.
The next morning I wasn't in a hurry, I had a lift after all. It wasn't long before my wife arrived and I had everything thrown into the back of the Pajero. I didn't even have coffee...
Cheers guys...
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