We got up this morning to real driving weather; it had clouded in over the night, wind was strengthening, no sun in sight. And Graham wasn't even near us, so it probably wasn't his fault after all.I seem to have acquired quite a nose for Scots by now because sure enough I chose the only Glaswegian guy for miles to start a conversation with at breakfast. He gave us some very useful tips.
Before we started we headed for the beach to say hello to the kangaroos living there.
After about 50km on the Prince's Highway we turned right into a forest road and followed it for another 10km to a picnic area.
I'm not sure at all if we were allowed on that gravel road at all with our car, but .... oh wait, did you just see this? A wallaby hopping across the road right in front of us, the first one we've seen in the wild.
Finally we reached our destination and there he was - Mt. Imlay. Named after scottish settlers, of course.
And we were to tackle him. Nothing special, only 820m high, we've done this many times before.
We felt rather optimistic because we had done a fair bit of hiking at home for preparation plus I've been to the gym thrice a week, but nothing ..... I repeat nothing prepared us for this.
Oh..my...god, was this mountain steep.
The path started at an angle of 30 degrees ... and got worse. So I hope you keep in mind that I climbed rocks, fought with lizards and clingy flies, crossed ravines and hacked my way through spiky grass trees to get you this photo.
After reaching the first peak I declared myself defeated and we returned to the picnic area.
1:0 for Mt. Imlay.
The sky cleared in the course of the day and a few hours and a lunch break in Cann River later we reached Lakes Entrance, a lovely fishing town were we stayed for the night and I had my first gummy shark ever.
It's actually quite good.
You can tell the water is cold, can't you?
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