Western Arthur A-K

I had mixed feelings on the walk in. Excited at finally visiting the Western Arthurs but confronted by the extent of the recent fires. Large areas burnt right to the top othe range at it's Western end.
Being on the range had a DeJaVu kind of feeling even though I have never been here before. I've been looking at calenders and books etc for decades so it was sensory overload to finally walk through.
The range gave us glorious and inglorious weather. The only thing missing was snow which disappeared the day before we arrived. We spent a fair bit of time walking through the clouds which made summit location interesting. The wind and rain pinned us at Lake Oberon for a few days. I can think of worse places to be holed up with the wind roaring overhead. The campsites have been well placed in a fairly sheltered area. A highlight was sunset and sunrise from up on high in good weather. Luckily managed to negotiate all the up and down with 20kg on my back. The anticipation and anxiety about the hairy bits I had read was worse than the actual execution of the walk.
The wind returned after a few days of dehydrating traverse to blow us down moraine K and along the plains. An awesome experience worth the long wait.
The Western Arthurs are a photographers paradise so I recommend enduring the added pain of strapping a couple of kilos of camera to the front of your pack, ready at hand. There is nearly too much to shoot. I hope my walking companions didn't resent my stop-starting too much.
Being on the range had a DeJaVu kind of feeling even though I have never been here before. I've been looking at calenders and books etc for decades so it was sensory overload to finally walk through.
The range gave us glorious and inglorious weather. The only thing missing was snow which disappeared the day before we arrived. We spent a fair bit of time walking through the clouds which made summit location interesting. The wind and rain pinned us at Lake Oberon for a few days. I can think of worse places to be holed up with the wind roaring overhead. The campsites have been well placed in a fairly sheltered area. A highlight was sunset and sunrise from up on high in good weather. Luckily managed to negotiate all the up and down with 20kg on my back. The anticipation and anxiety about the hairy bits I had read was worse than the actual execution of the walk.
The wind returned after a few days of dehydrating traverse to blow us down moraine K and along the plains. An awesome experience worth the long wait.
The Western Arthurs are a photographers paradise so I recommend enduring the added pain of strapping a couple of kilos of camera to the front of your pack, ready at hand. There is nearly too much to shoot. I hope my walking companions didn't resent my stop-starting too much.