Last night I got home from work “early” and thought I would organize some old photos. This post is the result.
Actually, the photos aren’t all that old. We went to Hanging Rock a few weekends ago. But I just can’t seem to keep up and keep organized.
Plus, while Hanging Rock was great, these pictures aren’t the best. It was a rainy misty day and the pictures came out over or under exposed. In fact, I didn’t get a photo of the most impressive view, which is of the formation as a whole jutting out of the plain below.
Hanging Rock (also known as Mount Diogenes) is an hour or so North of Melbourne. The formation is the result of magma that came from a vent. As it cooled it split into columns that were weathered into the pinnacles you see today. The name “Hanging Rock” comes from a boulder that is suspended between rocks. You walk underneath it on one of the routes to the top. The site is best known, or at least so I am told, as the site of the fictional disappearance of a party of schoolgirls as told in the book and later movie “Picnic at Hanging Rock”.
Brian and I visited Hanging Rock as an quick get away just outside the city. Such trips are a bit easier now that we have our fabulous 1992 Ford Falcon station wagon. We were dog sitting and thought a short hike would be good for our four legged friends, who thoroughly enjoyed getting black mud from the parking lot all over themselves and our back seat.
I finished the trip to the top by myself as Brian stayed back with the dogs, whose little legs couldn’t scramble up the boulders. The top of the formation was by far the most impressive part. Even though there were a number of people exploring the peak, it was easy to get lost between the rocks. Conversations floated around the rock columns in an uncanny way, with the human source always just out of sight. It was easy to see why the place had inspired mystery.
As an added bonus, Brian spotted a koala on the way back down.
We capped off our trip with a stop in the café at the entrance to the trail. It was a sweet little place with a wooden fireplace. Perfect for warming up. And the desserts, which were all that were available, were not so bad.
But I have never seen a more miserable woman that the one working behind the counter on that day.* She was gruff, inconvenienced and just plain unpleasant. Even the other staff seemed afraid of her. I have no idea what was going on, but I hope it was an isolated incident.
*Correction: I have seen more miserable waitstaff—in Russia.
South Rock Road
Woodend, Victoria 3442
Phone: 1 800 244 711
Open daily (except Christmas) 9:00AM – 5:00PM
A$10 per car