Being idle is not an easy thing for me to do. I feel pensive. There is a desire to be productive. Out in the bush you hear the constant crackle underfoot of tree debris. Crunch and snap. Stealth? Not here.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing.
I'd originally planned to stay at one place. I had to reverse out of there as my little car could not handle the road's roughness.
I was about planned to stay near Dunolly at a free overnight spot. The number of mosquito near the reservoir soon changed my mind about that.
I saw there was a spot at Waanyarra that was about 20 mins drive away.
The camp-site is dry. Not really appealing.
One guy has been roaming for 3 years while he waits for cancer surgery.
Another 2 guys have been there for 14 years. Long enough to have been given mailing address from the council. A whole different world of existence.
A fair walk to the cemetary.
It was not the original cemetery. The original one tended to flood. A surveyor added this one higher up.
There are some gravestones that are unmarked with a little yellow headstone. And a plaque listing their names.
It seems that people died young, old and middle aged. I'll have to do some investigating as to the conditions experienced in the different years.
The cemetary is looked after by a group of volunteers.
The original funds dried up as people moved away from the area.
An interesting place.
