I had a lovely day out yesterday.
It was full of the unexpected and pleasant surprises.
Large tracts of Victoria are under water at the moment.
and the deathly bushfires of last year.
at Yarra Glen.
I didn't want to wait till the Yarra actually flooded.
with the water of the yet-to-be flood.
And I did.
This is the story of my day in search of the pre-flood Yarra.
and there was water, water everywhere.
Dams were full to the brim.
A few drops more and they would overflow.
and the Yarra billabongs were spreading.
Looking for
Sugarloaf Reservoir Park was quite an exercise.
I think there is a job going begging in the Victorian public sector -
Commissar of Signage.
I find the signage poor in and around Melbourne -
sometimes beyond belief.
It doesn't compare with the signage in Sydney -
where the traffic moves so quickly
and the layout of the city is so convoluted
one would never survive without clear signage.
I turned off the Melba Highway at the appropriate sign.
Not to see another sign on a major road for the rest of the day.
I later was told I did not go far enough along
the Yarra Glen to Eltham road before turning off.
I had two sets of "clear" instructions
neither of which delivered the desired result.
After wandering hither and yon -
yes, I didn't have a clue where I was -
I found Sugarloaf in the distance.
The photo below is the result.
My camera is fairly humble -
a Kodak EasyShare DX7590
(5.0 mega pixels and 10X optical zoom) -
and I am an even humbler photographer
(for this read ignorant and unskilled).
If I were clever,
I could probably customise settings
but I am not clever enough to figure all that.
Given these limitations,
I was rather pleased with this photograph.
I was a great distance from the water,
and I couldn't tell how well the zoom
was handling what I was asking of it.
I consider myself fortunate to have
recorded not only the water
but the dam wall and, somehow, the CBD in the distance.
Once I discovered this back part (well I think it was the back part of the reservoir), I followed a road which ran alongside the high
Melbourne Water perimeter fence. So you don't lay awake at night wondering, I have to tell you that there is a fair degree of security around our water storages. I went past all sorts of signs and many, many locked gates. And after this journey, I eventually came to a half-open gate.
In spite of warnings to trespassers, I - lost in search of a pre-flood experience - entered. I went down a bitumen driveway and came to a large concrete area. At one end of this was a multi-story building. But I couldn't resist walking across to the fenced off section at the other side of the concrete apron. And there I was - high above the Yering Gorge. And the water was rushing and gushing.
Camera was quickly put into action and, just as I had taken these, a man came to see what I was doing. I explained to him about looking for Sugarloaf, the poor signage, seeing the Yarra in flood, etc. And he gave me directions....
....and I did make it to the Sugarloaf Reservoir Park....
and here is some explanatory signage
Click the above photos (3) to enlarge and make legible.
The picture below is of a section of a narrow peninsula jutting into the reservoir
which is covered in low blooming wattle.
and then there was the getting out -
and, if the getting in was a mystery, so was the getting out.
And it had its adventures too...
.... I found a castle in the hills.
A modern version - but, I think, a castle nonetheless.
One finds all sorts of things on roadsides in the bush.
The quaintest are usually letter boxes.
This is the most curious.
One can imagine baskets left there
to receive the bread, the parcels.
But...what is the story with the picture frame?
Hopefully this is a successful partnership.
Bush flora.
Driving down the bush road,
I spotted the beautifully rusty wheelbarrow.
I could not resist.
Pulled up the car right in the middle of the road,
because - with the Kodak zoom lens - I thought
I could get a picture from the road.
Next thing, a woman came into view.
I walked over and explained how I had found the wheelbarrow -
or it had found me.
Introductions done - she is Deirdre.
Her cottage garden is small.
She would like to plant her favourite
daphnesbut there is no room.
The amount of land given to non-indigenous plants is limited.
Deirdre has planted out a number of wattles -
but these are wattles indigenous to the area.
As well, the shire dictates the height of houses.
Deirdre's house fits well into the landscape -
almost hugging the ground in comparison
with the bush around.
I told Deirdre about my Yering Gorge adventure,
overlooked the gorge and took me to the verandah
so I could photograph her view.
Yering Gorge in the Bend of Islands -
photographed from Deirdre's verandah.
And, across the old white bridge above,
I exited the Bend of Islands
through some beautiful green Victorian bush.
The story continues to-morrow
with the rushing, gushing Yarra River
at Warrandyte.
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