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Latest revision as of 20:51, 24 May 2024
| Sun 4 Sep 2022 in -37,144: -37.3411326, 144.9008918 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
In a paddock off a dirt road near Kilmore.
Participants
- Stevage
- EB
Plans
EB and I had a thing in Woodend, and I noticed the hash very vaguely in that direction. To preserve a sense of adventure I didn't look closely at the point, other than to note it was close to some kind of road and there were no buildings nearby.
Expedition
After EB agreed on the detour, we drove along. As usual, you start on a great road, turn off onto a good road, turn off onto an ok road. Then the ok road becomes a bad road...
I've driven on plenty of dirt roads before. But it's very rare that you come across a grass road. There was a muddy streak down one side, which instantly gave me the heebie jeebies, having been bogged while geohashing only a week earlier. I got out to investigate, and decided there was enough rocky traction beneath the mud to feel fairly ok about continuing for a bit. We were still around 2km from the hash.
There was also a house just to our left, which gave EB a different kind of heebies, not wanting to have to explain to its occupants the nature of our "random, arbitrary" destination.
As we got further down the the road, though, the hill got steeper, and the mud got muddier. I was really, really not keen on getting into a situation where we didn't have enough traction to power back up the hill. EB was also very not keen on this, but doing her best to be supportive.
At 1.7km from the hash, it was perfectly doable to walk there and back, but we just didn't really have time.
Expedition failure.
I reversed back up the hill. As we got back onto the dirt and swung around, I noticed a young man in a ute had come out the driveway we noticed earlier. He did his own little weird manoeuvre on the nature strip in front of his house, watching us intently, then turned and went back inside, apparently after deciding that I was leaving after all. Maybe EB was right about watchful residents.
Tracklog
Photos
Not worth getting bogged over
