Cover Photo By Simon Carter Onsight Photography
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*‘Dyuritte is the accepted traditional owners name for Mt. Arapiles
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Hours of plains, hum of wheels
Great distances, how time steals Travelling for hours, westward ho; time for a meal stop in Bendigo Wheat fields and silos pass on by, as the sun sinks low in the sky. "Conquistadors of the Useless" that’s us two bound for Djuritte with my mate Zoo Horsham, Natimuk speed on by, Then the horizon, brown crags high Tree lined boulevard leads the way; to the crowded campsite in which to stay Solitary telephone signals the turn The Pines, The Gums, no fires to burn Only a wash shed, and a tap, that’s all, Camping amid pines standing tall Slack lines, tents, climbers surround, Conversations and friendships, they abound Shining moonlight lights up the sky, The Bluff dominates all that is nigh. Dawn's rays filter past needles of pine, Awakening the sleeping hordes supine Sleepy bodies rise up with the dawn, Getting ready for the call of morn Quick repast and then to pack; Jangling items within their sack. Decisions, decisions, what to do? Maybe Diapason or the Didgeridoo? The Organ Pipes nearness, clarion call Why not the Watchtower after all? |
So many climbing areas at "The Mount,"
on its facade, too many to count Castle Crag, The Pharos and Tiger Wall; Too many here to name them all. Climbs of all grades from easy to hard; Muldoon, Brolga, not forgetting The Bard Yesterday, India, Punks in the Gym, Harder ones too if you're feeling trim So, unfurl your rope and slot in a nut, hexes, cams, there’s more than enough. Quartzite, smooth and bulbous skin, Ample protection and holds hidden within Cracks, walls, slabs, and chimneys too, such a diverse range of climbs to do. Just follow any line to the top; Mitre Rock and the lake, you are sure to spot. Cradled by grass and wheat fields below; the climbing at Dyuritte will surely glow All too soon it comes to an end; Homeward bound, it’s time to wend. |