Wednesday 10 March 2021
Photos courtesy of Leader, Joan
Undeterred by horrendous cyclonic conditions (elsewhere), nor even the minimal threat of a little drizzle (here), we 16 stalwart Bushwalkers ventured into the remote forest near Maloneys Beach. Following a vague track used only by thousands of walkers, riders and “bush-bashers”, we enjoyed the freshness of the bush after rain, with glistening jewels of water on the casuarinas, and happy birds singing to their fellow neighbours (“keep away, keep away”) as we also occasionally do.
Some of the area’s history was evident from the primitive log fence (to keep out motorbikes?) and the old cattle ramp for loading stock onto trucks. Earlier evidence was in the big old stumps left after logging. Scenic views from one, then another headland, (several of which jut into the bay like spears in a palisade), across the bay and onto the beaches below enhanced the walk with variation.
As we returned, the relaxed mobs of kangaroos were lazily re-arranging their scattering pattern, undisturbed by our visit. Lunch was the usual mixture of stimulating conversation and comparison of ailments.
Bob