Howqua, Moroka and Avon Rivers - 29 November - 4 December 2013


This is where we went.


Climbing Howqua Gap Track up to Mt Stirling.




Mt Stirling summit.




A solitary tree on Stirling with Mt Cobbler in the background.


Mt Buller.


When in the area, I always swing by Craig's Hut to say g'day to Jim and Jess (The Man From Snowy River and his wife).


Remembering Luke.....on the night of his birthday, it just so happened that we were camping at the same spot that I had twice camped with Luke several years back when he was still with us. Latter photos taken in 2008 and 2009.






The elaborate kitchen area.


Gay your life must be.


The delightful King River.


Crossing the King River at Pineapple Flat.


Crossing the King River at Pineapple Flat.


The first of five crossings of the King River on King Basin Road.


One of the locals.


Dandongadale Falls.....at 255m, it is the highest waterfall in Victoria.


Downhill mountain biking is fun!


Uphill mountain biking (walking), not so!


Sunset from Little Cobbler Track.


Lake Cobbler.


Coming down The Staircase at night.


The very picturesque Bindaree Falls.






Howqua River.


Mt Eadley Stoney.


Beautiful snow gums.


Enjoying the view from Picture Point.


The rocky climb up to King Billy No. 1.


A refreshing dip in the Macalister River.


Howitt High Plains.


Grazing up on the plains.


Moroka River.


Chillin' by the fire.


The climb up to Mt Wellington.




Hiking down to Tali Karng.


Pristine water.


Lake Tali Karng.....created by a landslide which cut off and dammed the Wellington River.


Due to high water levels, most of the lakeside tracks were under water which made navigation difficult.


The Sentinel and The Gable End.


The track to The Gable End was f*#ked!


Spectacular sunset at The Gable End.




Atop Mt Angus.


Avon River.....paradise.


Crossing the Avon River for the second time (external and bullbar cam).




Successfully getting through a deep crossing of the Avon River before coming to grief on the exit.


A bit of track building to get us up and out of the river.


Meanwhile, Chris' Wrangler didn't raise a sweat on any of the tracks we tackled.


Bugger!


A bit of yakka later.....




.....and we were homeward bound.