Frenchmans Cap: Two Lakes and a Summit

“May contain nudity and some coarse language.” So reads our logbook entry in the Lake Vera Hut, on the last morning of an epic three day trip into Frenchmans Cap. For myself and my brother, who was visiting from Victoria, it was the last morning of six days of bushwalking. We’d already raced up and…

Cocktails on Ben Lomond

Some things in 2016 were just meant to happen. Perhaps Brexit and Trump are the logical expression of rising inequality and anxiety about neoliberalism and globalisation? And perhaps the universe had plans to correct our absence from the ANU Mountaineering Club’s annual Cocktails on the Castle event by encouraging us to host our own in…

Mt Anne Circuit

  My first attempt at Mt Anne back in undergraduate days left much business unfinished. Not only did I manage to crash a friend’s borrowed car into the embankment, but I didn’t even manage to successfully write it off (indeed, he had to finish it off himself several weeks later, an icy road delivering what…

Three Miles to Four Mile Hut

Faced with a whole landscape of features with names unknown to the European settlers, they tended to resort to the always obliging literal. As I have previously lamented, this resulted in innumerable landmarks consisting of adjective + noun, more often than not drawing on either “big”, “little”, “rocky” and other generic terms. Up at Kiandra,…

Mid Winter Feast XVII

We tend to think of seasons as being external – after all, it only snows in winter, and it seems pretty safe to assume that the axis tilt of the earth is both real and beyond our control. Certainly, the earth does tilt, causing the changing lengths of light and dark hours and associated changes…

Nadgee Howe Wilderness

Taking out a spot in Australian Geographic’s Top Australian Bushwalks, and widely considered one of the best coastal walks in the country, the Nadgee Howe Wilderness Walk was something that I had actually never heard of before it was suggested that I walk it. In fact, I barely even Googled the trip before embarking on…

Mt Wilson Canyoning

“Geronimo!” So screamed Glen Robinson on the third abseil of this Wollangambe River canyon, as he sailed past in a single jump. Our own trip there had much lower water, so we all chose to forego this tradition,* but we appreciated the sentiment of enthusiasm. We’d actually been a party of five members, driving two…

Cocktails on the Castle: The Red Promenade

The heat was, once again, oppressive. It seems particularly unlucky that this hike, involving 800m of elevation over 6km, and packs weighing upwards of 20 and even 30kg, had coincided with a heat wave not once but twice in 2014. Still, we napped in the shade before the final ascent and then pushed to the…