MOUNT BOGONG

A beautiful foggy weekend camping at Mount Bogong. At first the walking was a bit tough because I was just coming off what seemed to be a summer flu (who ever knew such a thing existed, but I guess when it rains so much in December that picnic tables are underwater anything is possible). But walking slower did give me a nice excuse to admire the beautiful hills and eerie forests of bone white trees.

Dylan, decked out as an Alpine Cowboy,  found a tarp floating in the river and that soon became the perfect little cooking shelter and nearby he spotted this curious little red flower like thing that seemed to produce rather a foul looking gundge that attracted flies. Close to sunset on our second day we discovered a sweet little waterfall that Dylan boldly, and I less so, climbed to the base of, where soft grass pillows provided a lovely place for a nap.

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