Over the easter break I spent 4 days camping in the heart of the countryside, near Mount Buller. I spent three days with my partner exploring the hilltops, historical ruins, huts and walking trails around the camp. I am back writing blogs a week later than planned so I hope your gardens have been flourishing!
Mount Timertop was one of the highlights of my trip away. The view of the Mansfield valley was breathtaking and was a good reward after the long steep climb to the top. Timbertop mountain trail is a very steep 4km long track which climbs 425 meters from approximately 850 meters above sea level and 1275 meters to the summit. It took us an hour and half to climb to the top where we had lunch and took in the views. Then we climbed for another 20 minutes to the summit of the mountain.
A big attraction to many campers is the historical trail in Howqua. We walked the trail on our second day which took 30 minutes each way. Along the trail we discovered the ruins of the brick chimney and smelting furnace which was built in 1884. The brick chimney is still visible today between Sheepyard Flat and Fry’s Flat.
At the end of the historical trail is the Fry’s hut which was built by Fred Fry in the early 1930’s. He used Fry’s hut as his home and he is referred to as a master bushman. He built multiple other huts; Upper Jamieson hut, Ritchies hut, Gardiners hut and the Noonans hut.
The first night we were visited by a group of deer that could be heard from inside our tent. Getting up in the morning we were sure we would find our campsite in a complete mess from all the noise they were making, but not one thing was out of place. On our last night this kookaburra landed right next to our camp fire and managed to pinch one of the hot cross buns. I don’t think he liked chocolate hot cross buns all that much because he discarded it after a few minutes of smacking it against a tree branch. He was resting in a tree that was approximently 4 meters away. I contemplated for a good 2 minutes if I should make the move to run 100 meters to my car to retrieve my camera at the risk of him flying away. But luckily, he stayed perched in his tree and was happy for me to stand at an arm’s length away and snap about 20 photos of him.
By Bonnie-Marie Hibbs