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Halls Gap Holiday Park – Boronia Trail – Fyans Creek – Mt Ida – Fyans Creek Loop – Brambuk National Parks and Cultural Centre – Fyans Creek Loop – Tandara Road – Grampians Road

Sunday 15/10/2023   Halls Gap Holiday Park – Boronia Trail – Fyans Creek – Mt Ida – Fyans Creek Loop – Brambuk National Parks and Cultural Centre – Fyans Creek Loop – Tandara Road – Grampians Road

                                        Grampians National Park, VICTORIA

                                        Gariwerd Country                                  

Participants: Stephen Davies (Photos, Report), Sue Davies 

Greeted by a fairly cold, breezy, heavily overcast morning with passing showers we didn’t get out until 11:20am (except for Sue who snuck in an early morning run). With the low cloud cover blanketing the tops of all the surrounding hilltops we opted to stay low and take a minimum of gear. Heading out from the NRMA campground, Halls Gap Holiday Park, we turned left just before the Fyans Creek Bridge onto Boronia Trail which follows Fyans Creek to the south along its eastern bank. At first, the trail had wet overhanging ferns across the trail but beyond a couple of hundred metres the track was clear. At least the depth of the colours of everything was enhanced by all the moisture on them.

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Springs Track – Wilsons Promontory

Sunday 5/03/2023   Springs Track

                                     Wilsons Promontory National Park, VICTORIA

                                     GunaiKurnai and Boonwurrung Country

                                    

Participants: Stephen Davies (Photos, Report), Sue Davies

Keen to start our exploration of Wilsons Promontory National Park we stopped at one of the first tracks shown on our map. Springs Track starts several kilometres in from the park entrance and heads towards the east coast. There is no carpark, only enough off-road space for a couple of vehicles. It was a warm morning and we would have the track all to ourselves, which we were later to learn would be something of a rarity at Wilsons Prom.

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