Started at the car park at the Bacchus Marsh end. Observed the fulsome evidence of Xmas boganisms, and after a quick lunch took to the trail.
After two kilometres climbed out of the gorge up the link track and then descended again into the gorge on the weir access road. One might wonder at the wisdom of climbing 350 metres out merely to begin a descent back down again. It was quicker than the alternative. From the diversion weir the walk was 'merely' a walk back down the river. The first potential camp sites were less than a kilometre downstream, but the day was yet young so we kept going to the next. By six we were about at the end of our capabilities, with the rough terrain and falls in the water and attempts to cut off distance by climbing over steep spurs. There are no short cuts and there is no point in keeping the feet dry. The camp site made up for the travails. We were in bed and sleeping soon after 8 pm despite the bountiful light available for reading.
Early scenery walking up the gorge.
Steep climbing up the link spur track.
The scenery after the weir was pretty good. And we weren't tired yet.
Futile attempts to keep feet dry led to the inevitable, including camera submersion.
Camp for the night. Fog in the photo is after effects of camera submersion.