Last time I wrote about this place it was to say how lovely and quiet it was. Between that visit and this time, we camped at Turon over the Queen’s birthday weekend – never again over a long weekend. Despite a wet forecast it was packed with all the usual disturbance of large groups.
Enough moaning, this time normal conditions resumed, just us and a handful of others listening to the sound of silence plus the odd Kookaburra.
We have always planned to complete the Devils Climb walk, but always something has taken up the time. So this time no excuses. It is basically a loop out from the campsite, climbing up then along a ridge, before dropping into the next valley and following the river home.
The sign and the start do not inspire confidence. “Difficult” and a steep climb to get the heart going – although it’s a birds-eye view of the campsite from the top of steepest bit
The trail along the top is fairly easy; a broad track, wide enough to be driven, gently undulating along the ridge. However, the view is nothing special – the typical Australian bush lookout, nothing but trees.
After a few km it is a left turn to descend into the river valley, which is a knee burner on a loose surface. But it is worth it for the walk along the river to return. The path crosses the river a few times, and in places runs along a stone embankment which is presumably part of the mining history of the area. I am not sure the crossings would be possible if the river was up but easy enough now.
All in all it was about 10km, and took just under the 4hrs with plenty of rest stops. Its not one for anyone with mobility problems, but if you are reasonably fit it is an enjoyable walk. Although that didn’t stop Charlotte having a sleep after, before a good fire and a slow cooked stew in the camp oven to ensure an early night.
July inland tends to be cold. OK, not eskimo cold and no elk to hunt, but cold enough. After all, if there was frost in the east of Sydney they would think the world was ending. So -5 the next morning was pushing things a bit! Ice on the river and ice on the swags. First order of the day, second order a good breakfast (although the oil solidifying was a challenge)