Sydney and The Blue Mountains – Lookouts and Gardens.

Aileen had hurt her back yesterday morning, of all things, putting her trousers on. Tuesday night had been a bad night for her, so the priority for Wednesday morning was to find a chiropractor. She located one in Katoomba, with an appointment just after lunch. That determined the direction in which our sightseeing lay that day, but it was not much different to what we had in mind.

Wentworth Falls

We started our tourist day at Wentworth Falls. As we approached the parking area for the walk to the viewing point we noticed smoke in the air, then spotted a helicopter with a water bucket underneath. Must only have been a small fire as the smoke reduced quickly but was still a bit of an obstacle to clear photos. Views into Jamieson Valley were good but when we moved along to the viewing Point for Wentworth Falls, the flow of water over the drop was a bit disappointing.

Sublime Point Lookout
The less seen side if Thr Three Sisters.
View into the Jamison Valley from Wentworth Falls

The next stop was Sublime Point, where we walked down to the top viewing area that gave us a view of the lower lookout. Sublime Point protrudes into Jamieson Valley further than any of the other promontories, so does provide a top vantage point. It also provides a view of the back of The Three Sisters.

Next in order was Leura and the Leura Cascades but most of the area was closed to the public with car parks sealed off with temporary gates.

By now it was nearing lunch time. We found a parking space under the library and took the lift up to a cafe on an upper level. The chiropractor was located just over the street. I walked Aileen over while Bernard and Ruth waited.

The viewing area at Echo Point
The fire control helicopter at Wentworth Falls. Note the bucket in the lower left hand corner.

Aileen felt better, so we continued our drive. As we were close to Echo Point we resumed there, taking in the views of mountains and valley and taking those mandatory photos. We went back to have another look at Leura Falls area but had no better luck. Finally we drove to Katoomba Falls. Again, there was not much flow in the stream and as it is quite a long walk out to the point where the water actually falls, we decided to give it a miss and move on.

That mandatory photo but I didn’t get the Sisters in the background.

The Jamison Valley terminal of the Scenic Railway.

A Sulphur-crested Cockatoo at Katoomba Falls
Heads down and eat. Wood Ducks also at Katoomba Falls.
The Waratah, floral emblem of New South Wales.

With the Katoomba area pretty much done, we returned to Blackheath to visit the Campbell Rhododendron Gardens. Rhododendrons grow well in the mountains with specimens of this family of shrubs adorning private gardens at evert turn. Despite the uniform floral theme, the gardens are worth a visit. Ruth and I previously visited about six years ago.

The gardens are spread over a timbered hillside with the blooms juxtaposed with native trees that provide natural shelter. A stream runs through the lower area with lagoons that provide reflections and a home for water birds. Sadly, many of the blooms were past their best but still provide a blaze of colour over the hillside. There is an entry fee of $5.

A Rhododendron in the gardens
A pool in the stream that runs through the lower levels of the gardens.
Evans Lookout and Grosas Valley

There is another verry good lookout in this area, just south of Blackheath. Evans Lookout provides views into the Gross Valley and of some of the best Sandstone cliffs in the area. It provides parking for one end of the Evans Lookout to Govetts Leap walk, a very popular walk through what is known as the Grand Canyon. This is a walk that I would have loved to do but I am afraid that time has passed me by.

A view over the Grosse Valley from Evans Lookout.

By this time Aileen was feeling the effects of the chiropractor’s pummelling so we returned to our cabin to rest and prepare for dinner. Bernard is a keen golfer so decided that we should patronise the Blackheath Golf Club for dinner. We had another pleasant meal and had the dining room almost to ourselves.

That was not, however, the end of our day. Aileen turned eighty on 28th November this year. We could not pass up the opportunity to celebrate. We had shouted her dinner and Ruth had purchased a birthday cake and candles. When we returned to our cabin we continued the birthday celebration with cake. The candles could not be lit because we did not have matches and it was too late to try to borrow some. We sang “Happy birthday” and talked.

Then bed time. That is always a great time of day at our age.

Sydney & Blue Mountains – In the Mountains

A statue to the memory of William Charles Wentworth in Wentworth Falls

Today is the day on which we meet Aileen and Bernard at Blackheath. They are arriving from an overnight stop at Cooma and Ruth and I from three nights at Cronulla.

With time to spare, we stuck to surface roads and left tunnels to the local commuters. We took a rest break at the large Penrith shopping centre, to purchase some necessary supplies and enjoy morning coffee. We proceeded via the old Great Western Highway, crossing the Nepean River on the old bridge and re-joining the new freeway at Blaxland.

The four-lane highway now reaches west of Katoomba and is kept clear of local traffic to some degree by service roads. That can make finding somewhere to pull off a bit more difficult. We did a bit of backtracking but finally found a cafe in the main street of Wentworth Falls for lunch. It was located in the old Wentworth post-office building and offered a pleasant environment for a break. We understand towns that have lost their post-office. We have lost our PO at Redcliffe, too.

We arrived at our lodgings at about 2.00 PM with our rellies arriving about thirty minutes later. Our cabin was on the side of a hill, giving us views over the park. We soon were settled in with a cuppa. I took a walk with my camera as the evening approached. We adjourned to a local pub for dinner.

This photo understates the density of the fog.
Waiting for the fog to clear.
Fog rising from the escarpment. These cliffs are near Medlow Bath.

Tuesday dawned fog bound. It finally lifted at about 10.00 AM so we set off to explore. Govetts Leap with its views into the Gross Valley was just down the road from our cabin so we started there. As expected, it was still fog bound. So we set off for lower country, returning to Blackheath and making our way down the steep narrow road to Megalong Valley. And is was particularly narrow as several hundred meters of half of the road had slidden down the hill during recent heavy rain. A weight limit was in place that would impact larger vehicles.

Trees in bloom were everywhere. This one was over the road from the caravan park.

Our drive took us past the tea house, primary school and Megalong Creek to the point where the Six Foot Track crosses Megalong Road. During the period since we last visited, a couple of wineries and an eco lodge have been established.

The Six Foot Track was closed for pest eradication so there was no walkers. This track was built to provide access for passenger carrying horses transporting tourists from Katoomba to Jenolan Caves in the early days. The track is 42 km long and provides the running track for an annual marathon. It can be walked in about three days. Two if you hurry. It’s name is drawn from the original specification that required it to be built at least six feet wide to allow two loaded horses to pass.

The Six Foot Track where it crosses the Megalong Valley Road.
Megalong Valley Tea Rooms serves good coffee and food.

The Megalong Valley Tea House was our lunch destination and provided acceptable food and coffee. Or tea for Bernard. There were a few flies about and cicadas serenaded us from the trees, leaving us in no doubt that we were in the bush.

The memorial to the Blue Mountain Crossing. Each of its sides tell part of the story.

With a full afternoon ahead of us we drove first to Mount Victoria and then Mount York. Mount Victoria is on the Great Western Highway, just before it plunges down Mount Victoria Pass through Hartley. However the best views to the west are to be seen from Mount York, just 5.5 km along Mount York Road to the north west.

Mount York has a number of monuments to exploration, plus a parking and camping area. There are many mountain tracks and rock climbs in the area. Through a stone archway is a pointed rectangular based monument that commutates, among other things, the first crossing of the Blue Mountains.

Along another track is a fenced lookout and Eddy Rock. Eddy Rock is a memorial to Commissioner Eddy who was in charge of NSW Railways when the railway was extended from Sydney to beyond the mountains. The views from Eddy Rock are spectacular and reach from Hartley, over Cox’s River towards Lithgow. Much green grass and acreage living.

Part of the view from Mount York, towards Lithgow. The access lanes to the Mount Victoria tunnel are in the upper left of the photo.
Eddy Rock, the memorial to the NSW Railway Commissioner.

I had read reports of a tunnel to built to provide a less steep road from the west to the top of the Blue Mountains. We had seen significant road works at Medlow Bath. Standing on the lookout at Mount York we could see extensive road duplication approaching the steep mountain side where the Great Western Highway starts its climb. Some research provided the information that a tunnel is under construction. It will steadily climb from the west and join the current highway between Blackheath and Medlow Bath.

Boronia blooms at Anvil Rock carpark.

From Mount York we worked our way back to Blackheath via various lookouts including Anvil Rock, Perry Lookdown and finally Govetts Leap Lookout.

There was a good wildflower display at Anvil Rock car park and Perry Lookdown provided more views of the Gross Valley. I think it is called a lookdown because of the views that it provides of the forest on the valley floor.

Bridal Veil Falls at Govetts Leap.

Govetts Leap is very popular as the size of the parking and viewing area suggests. It is said to have gained its name when a government surveyor named Govett jumped his horse over a cliff side fence, landing on a narrow ledge between the fence and a sheer drop of several hundred metres.

Govetts Leap Lookout provides excellent views into the Gross Valley and of the mountain ranges that form it. There are many broad expanses of Sandstone that reflects the sun’s rays on a sunny day. The lookout also provides stunning views of Bridal Veil Falls that drop 180 meters from a stream on the plateau to the valley floor. The water flow was not great but the sheer drop makes up for that. We have seen these falls with more water flowing and they look great. There are several walks in the area, some of them involving many hundreds of steps. Down and then back up!

The mountains viewed from Govetts Leap across the Grosse Valley.
An almost deserted Govetts Leap Lookout.
Ruth, Aileen and Bernard looking out from Govetts Leap.

We returned to the cabin to prepare for the evening. Bernard, a keen golfer, suggested the golf club. We enjoyed a very good meal, but almost had the club dining room to ourselves.

But the day was not quite over. On 28th November Aileen will turn 80. We could not let the event pass without celebrating, so we bought a birthday cake and some candles. We returned to the cabin after dinner to cut the cake and sing “Happy Birthday” but found that we had no matches to light the candles. Undaunted, the candles remained unlit and we dealt with most of the cake. finishing the task with coffee next morning.

Sydney & Blue Mountains – South to Sydney

The ruined bridge on the old railway over Tenterfield Creek. Northern NSW.

About six months ago Ruth and I received an invitation from a couple who have been close friends for sixty years, to attend Thelma’s eightieth birthday party. We first knew Thelma and Joe in Melbourne. We have now been in Brisbane for about forty years. About five years ago they abandoned cold Melbourne for sunny Ballina, on the north coast of New South Wales. We had noted at the time of the invitation that the trip to Ballina might just be extended to further south.

My remaining siblings in West Gippsland, Victoria made contact more recently, to remind Ruth and I of our agreement to meet them halfway every so often, suggesting that it was about time that we did it again. So, after taking time constraints into account, we agreed to meet in the Blue Mountains for the first four days in the first week of November. This resulted in the planning of a trip that would put us in touch with most of our relative who live in and around Sydney as well as the Victorian siblings.

Is this a Japanese Maple? It looked very pretty in the afternoon light.
A footpath side rose, one of many in this garden
The statue of a bull has stood outside the steakhouse for many years.
A Grass Tree in the highway media strip.

We departed Redcliffe on Tuesday 29th October with Glen Innes as our first overnight stop. As we have aged, we eat less, so normally buy a small evening meal that can be heated in a microwave and eaten in our room. Before eating, I normally go for a walk to maintain my thee million steps per year regime. It was a pleasant walk along the edge of the New England Highway. As is usual, my camera and walkabout lens accompanied me.

On Wednesday morning, instead of proceeding south to Armidale and Tamworth, we turned west to Inverell and towards the highway now known as Fossickers Way. Initially we turned south to Copeton Dam on the Gwyder River. The dam was a construction project with which I had an association. A transport company for which I had worked back in the day, had been involved in transporting construction materials to the dam construction site.

My employer had purchased a Guyra based transport company to help balance freight volumes between Sydney and Brisbane. There is no money in running empty trucks around the country. The Guyra operation had the contract to transport asbestos from the Woods Reef mine near Barraba. During that period I had spent part of almost every week in the New England area, merging the accounts and systems of the Guyra company into its new parent company’s systems. Given what subsequently happened to the asbestos industry, I was interested to return after about fifty years, to see what remained.

The main dam structure at Copeton.
A saddle wall over the adjoining stream greatly increases the capacity of the dam.
A view over the waters of Copeton Dam.

Access to Copeton Dam is not as I remembered it. An easily accessed caravan park that I recalled on the shores of the dam is now behind a steel security fence. I am not sure if it was open, as there did not seem to be much activity. We drove on to Bingara for a coffee break. Our previous call at this attractive town was probably ten years ago. Bingara is also on the Gwyder River.

The barricaded entrance to the old asbestos mine

The turn off Fossickers Way onto Woods Reef Road is a couple of kilometres north of Barraba. The location of the now non-existent town of Woods Reef  and the mine, is around 17 kilometres from Fossickers Way. The huge scar across a hillside came as a surprise. I had only visited the mine sight once in 1977 and mining continued for another nine years after that.

St Luke’s Anglican Church is all that remains of the town of Woods Reef.

What I didn’t know until we visited the site was that Woods Reef had formally been a gold mining town. Gold was discovered in the late 1850s and a fully functioning village sprung up with the required support facilities. At its peak there were about 3,000 residents. But gold ran out in the late 1860s and the village disappeared. At some later time, a historical trail was established. It may still have been accessible at the time of my visit, but the asbestos scare would have killed it stone dead. But signs and a locked gate remain. So does St Locke’s Anglican Church which clearly has had more recent use.

We drove into the historic cemetery and photographed some isolated graves. The gate was open, as if expecting visitors or a funeral.

OPen cemetery gates

The mine is fenced and the access roads obstructed with piles of dirt. Warning signs have been placed beside the road but are now showing signs of weathering and other damage.

Roadside asbestosis warning sign.
The sign appears to have been a target for someone.
A sign remaining from the days of walking tours through the old village.

We stopped for lunch in Barraba. I remember hearing about a verbal altercation between a local farmer and a mine manager. The farmer was objecting to the mine activity. The mine manager told him that but for the mine tumble weed world be blowing down the main street. There was no sign of tumble weed but, Barraba is now a very sleepy town.

Silo art south of Barraba.

We journeyed on to Newcastle for the night, visiting relatives in Toronto and West Wallsend the following day. We drove on to Cronulla on Friday afternoon. On Saturday we did a tour to Bowral in the Southern Highlands and Mount Annan near Campbelltown, to catch Ruth’s brother and a sister. On Sunday our daughter came from Erskineville to join us for lunch. She provided some detail about her recent six-week trip to Europe. She has inherited my itchy feet.