Craig’s Hut

Over the Easter break we visited the iconic Craig’s Hut. The hut is situated on Mt Stirling in Victoria’s High Country. Mt Stirling is part of the Alpine National Park. The hut is approximately 32kms from Mansfield. 2WD cars can drive most of the way and have the option of parking and walking the remaining 1.2km. Alternatively, 4WD vehicles can drive all the way to the parking area next to the hut.

The hut was built as a replica of a cattleman’s hut for the 1981 movie The Man From Snowy River. The movie was based on the well-known poem with the same name by Banjo Paterson.

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses – he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stockhorse snuffs the battle with delight.

Extract taken from http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/patersonab/poetry/snowy.html

The history of the cattleman and the manner in it which it was depicted in both the poem and movie are an important part of Australian history. These are the people that worked and lived in the mountains of this region. They built huts to shelter in as they drove their cattle through the land.

As well as it’s significance in the history of the region and Australian film and literature history, Craig’s Hut also symbolises another important aspect of life in the region. In 2006 it was burned down during a bushfire. It was rebuilt the following year, however the new hut is slightly different to the original one.

Here are some of the pictures I took on my phone when we there (stupidly I forgot my camera). They don’t quite capture just how stunning the views are, but you might get some idea. If you are ever in the region I highly recommend a visit.

 

The Enigma of the Beach

I love the beach. It doesn’t matter what the weather, the beach never fails to fill me with wonder.

As I walk across the sand, I think of those who may have walked here before me. I wonder where they were going. I imagine their lives and the thoughts they had as they walked across the sand.

When I see single footprints I wonder who they belong to. Why were they walking alone? Were they pondering life in the same way that I do? Would we get along if we had the chance to meet? Are they like me?

When I look out to the ocean I am mesmerised by the enigma. What is the world beneath the waves like?

Although I know they are not real, I imagine mermaids swimming through reefs. I imagine halos of sun streaming through the water and engulfing their world.

I wonder about those who have crossed the waters. And I think of those who didn’t make it.

When I see the wreckage of vessels that never reached their destinations, I wonder what it was like for those onboard. I picture myself on those majestic ocean liners of yesteryear. I imagine that the ship had all the luxuries of the Titanic.

As I look out across the water, I dream of where I would end up if I travelled across its expanse.  I imagine finding myself in exotic places, surround by riches and treasures. I picture myself immersed in a cultural wonderland.

I also find myself reflecting on times of old. I look at piers and old beach structures and imagine what the world was like when they were erected. There is a sense of romanticism and beauty in my interpretations of years passed.

But it is not just other worlds that the beach makes me think of. Whenever I walk on the beach, I find myself getting lost in my own world. The serenity and beauty of the water causes me to lose myself in reflection. I think of my life as it is. I recount my dreams. I long for the dreams that have not yet been reached. I smile at those that have.

I don’t know why it is, but for me the beach is a myriad enigmas. It makes me dream of other worlds and reflect deeply into my own.