Friday 26th May – Mount Maroon

Mt Maroon

Clint and I went for a bushwalk, climbing Mount Maroon. Apparently, it’s a 967-metre volcanic plug near Rathdowney, and is roughly as popular as Peasant’s Ridge on Mount Barney, based on Clint’s excellent judgement of track erosion.

We left the city around nine o’clock, stopping at Boonah to buy salad (or in Clint’s case, ham and salad) rolls to carry up for lunch. We passed quite a few signs condemning some plan to dam (and subsequently damn) the area, arriving in a prickle patch at the bottom of Mount Maroon. Clint and I then proceeded to push many of the prickles firmly into our feet, before pushing them into our fingers while removing them from our feet and putting our shoes on. The walk itself was pleasant, relatively easy, not exposed enough to cause death-defying fear, and we made good time to the summit where we ate our salad rolls and discussed religion and similar deep and meaningful matters.

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Photos by Clint Felmingham.

Evening

Clint and I arrived back in the city just on dark, having enjoyed our escape and feeling more alive because of it.