Eight days exploring, some already well known familiar trails, some new to me, some untraced since Matt’s childhood.
We followed our noses from Horseyard Flat, to Talbotville, to Wonangatta, through the hills to the Dargo high plains overlooking Mount Hotham, down the mountains, winding our way through the old mining towns along Haunted Stream, where once upon a time thousands of people tried their luck for gold, and a mere twenty years ago an inquisitive little blonde boy explored the creek and it’s surrounds.
Just me and him, him and me, plus our Blueberry baby-to-be. Possibly our last adventure as just two gypsies, before we become three.
Home again, home again, jiggedy jig…