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Report on Mt Barney Weekend (2014)

The Second Winders' trip to Mt Barney in September 2014

Report on Mt Barney Weekend, Friday 5 and Saturday 6 September 2014 On Friday 5 September Alan and Jenny Timmins, Anne and Malcolm Alexander, John Holmes, Mary Gough, Sybil Curtis and William Grey aligned their various Subaru Foresters outside Moringararah at Mt Barney Lodge. Eight Second Winders was a good number for the trip: we fully occupied one floor at the homestead cottage, which is more luxurious than Luke's Cottage (Luke O'Reilly's Mountain Retreat in Lamington National Park). Moringararah has comfortable beds, a well-equipped kitchen, and the tableware includes not just wine glasses but champagne flutes—a reliable index of superior accommodation. Moringararah also hosts many fascinating historical maps, posters, and miscellaneous memorabilia. The party spent an agreeable and convivial evening in the shadow of Barney, reminiscing about triumphs of the past, reviewing the perils of the present—and contemplating the menacing cataclysms of the future. Then to bed. Up betimes Saturday, and after a wholesome breakfast the party set off for the challenges of Barney. Two Foresters conveyed us to Yellow Pinch Reserve from whence we commenced the 4km trek to the Southeast Ridge track. Then the work began. The track, for the most part, was well defined. The ascent was steady, at times steep; sometimes the pitch of the track was reminiscent of ascending stairs, and (mercifully infrequently) more like climbing a ladder. Spectacular vistas of the valley below unfolded as we ascended. Mt Ernest and Mt Lindesay, to the south, now appeared less as soaring summits, and by morning tea were transformed into topographical peers. Barney is a mountain with altitude and attitude. Its challenge addressed us all, but most of all (or first of all) it challenged John's knees. He peeled off and began the descent home. After more arduous ascent we reached a suitable luncheon lookout, with the plateau way below—but with East Barney Peak still a fair way up, but becoming more proximate and accessible. At this point most of the party called it quits, but Malcolm, Anne and William decided to press on. We ascended a few awkward rock faces after which Anne decided that this was enough. Malcolm and William pressed on, crossed a knife edge ridge and reached a steep slope that seemed to lead up to East Peak, which appeared almost within reach—perhaps another hour? But we decided that two hours return would be a bit too much, so the retreat was commenced. Unfinished business. On the way down we encountered a young couple in domestic crisis: a twenty-something (German?) lass was having a panic attack on one of the exposed rock faces while her bemused Australian partner stood below, mute and bewildered. Eventually she got herself down—without his assistance. They didn't appear to be a happy couple as they retreated down the mountain. On Sunday we packed up and headed for the Lower Portals which we reached in a little over an hour; a gentle stroll in comparison with Southeast Ridge. The usual suspects had a dip in the cold but picturesque pool of Mt Barney Creek. William left early to put his daughter (Rebecca) on a plane to Paris, and the remainder of the party had a leisurely lunch before making their way home. A fine weekend. Postscript: Sybil decided that the Southeast Ridge was unfinished business and so, two weeks later on Sunday 21 September, Sybil, William, Malcolm and Anne, assembled at Yellow Pinch Reserve at 7.30 am. The weather was good. The objective was to ascend to East Barney Peak by the Southeast Ridge, then descend into the saddle to visit the site of the former Barney Huts at Rum Jungle, and then to walk out by the South Ridge track. We appeared to be making good time, reaching the lunch spot of the previous trip at about 10 am and Malcolm's and William's turning point before 11 am. However the earlier estimate of about an hour from that point to the summit was wildly optimistic. There were steep, awkward and exposed pitches, one of which had been provided with a rope by some thoughtful walker, whose assistance we were happy to accept. We met a descending group of Brisbane Bush Walkers, led by Lou and Marion Darveniza. Our lunch spot was a peak just below East Barney, whose trig point we reached about 1.30 pm. Then began the descent down to the saddle. The track to Rum Jungle was tricky and at times difficult to find—"braided" as it is said. There were a few navigational ribbons, but much of this leg was improvised. However we eventually reached the site of the Barney Huts, at which Sybil gazed wistfully and shed a quiet tear. Then we ascended through the rainforest to the South Ridge (or "Peasant's") track. This is less challenging than the Southeast track, but it nevertheless has awkward stretches. By this stage Sybil's knee was starting to complain. We reached the bottom of South Ridge where the track segues into the forestry road in the late afternoon. To cut a long story medium, the last half hour of the walk was completed in the dark (in the best Mt Barney tradition I am told) with assistance of headlamps. We reached Yellow Pinch at about 6.45 pm, eleven hours after setting out. A great day, and also the longest day walk I've had in 40 years. We moved a bit slowly, especially in the later stages of the descent down South Ridge. However I think it would be prudent for a fully fit party to allow eight or nine hours for this circuit. William Grey