
Looking down Megalong Valley from Mr Big
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Tom, Kate, Lachlan and I (Sean) set out early Saturday morning, as the second dust storm in a week settled across a Sydney morning. We could have taken it as an omen for a week filled with unusual happenings and twists, but instead we lamented this was the lame little brother of the first dust storm. The trusty tarago, stuffed with gear, chuffed up the hills as we watched the Sydney disappear into a mustardy haze below us.

The Tarago already to go
After stopping at Blackheath for pies and supplies we headed to Mount York campground and pitched our tents, including Kate’s Sad Tent. After only the first night Sad Tent was abandoned by Kate, and put on suicide watch as result. We then hit possibly the worst crag any of us had been to at New York. As the temperature dropped and the sun set we all through it would be a great idea to go for some night bouldering. Unfortunately we had not reconed the area earlier. The highlight was definitely Pinkie’s raincoat. Read the rest of this entry »




