Sunday, July 29, 2018

Mt Superbus and the Lincoln bomber wreck

Back home, I wasted no time in getting out exploring while the weather was good! Naz, Justin and I drove south west from Brisbane, over the Cunningham Gap, out towards Warwick before heading back towards the mountain range near Emu Vale. Naz and I had hiked a few places out that way, years before attempting to reach the Steamers a couple of times.

Nothing much had changed, the river crossings were a lot shallower, and some recent back burning / bush fires had thinned out the scrub, but we reached the trail head without problem.

We set off just before midday, following the mostly well worn path that was signed with plenty of surveyors tape. It was pretty easy going up a slight incline, about an hour in we crossed a small river and the track very quickly became steep.



We slowly worked our way up the slippery mountain side, now and then coming across twisted metal remains, we were getting close. Not far below the summit was found what we came for, the remarkably well preserved remains of a Lincoln bomber strewn along the mountain side.



It was a sobering moment, walking around the remains of a devastating place crash. Large sections of the aircraft remained, it was surprisingly powerful and sombre being there.




We rested for a while, before continuing further up to make the summit of Mt Superbus. The wreck was very close to the summit, a hundred metres of elevation may have adverted a tragedy. The track to the summit took the long way around, but after an hour or so we found a small rock cairn indicating the we had reached the highest point. We left our names in the summit register and made our way back to the wreck.




The sun was beginning to set as we started back down the slippery mountain side, by the time we returned to the small river it was well and truly twilight.

We quickly hiked back to the car, making it there just as the last light of the day disappeared. We followed the dirt track back out to Warwick where after a few loops of the main drag we settled on pizza for dinner. The temperature dropped as a quick storm passed through, we finished our greasy but delicious meal and left back for Brisbane.



It was great to tick the Mt Superbus summit off the list, and was amazing to get up close the plane wreck.

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Sunday, July 22, 2018

Farewell Sydney

After one hundred and twenty four weeks my six week Sydney secondment had finally come to an end. It didn't take long for me to pack two years of my life into my car, I said goodbye to the worlds smallest car park and battled the traffic one last time out of the city.

I had made the drive a few times before, heading inland along the New England Highway to miss the worst of the traffic and construction. The country roads passed uneventfully, I made it all the way to the Queensland border before stopping for the night.



The temperatures were in the single digits not long after dark, I found a camp site in Wallangarra and quickly put up my tent. I wrapped myself in down and kept nice and warm while the cold set in. It reached a low of -5 degrees overnight, but I was well prepared for the cold..



I woke early, shook the frost from my tent, wiped the ice off my windscreen and began the final leg of my journey home. The day warmed with the rising of the sun, and I was treated to a gorgeous winters day in south east Queensland. It was good to be home...

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