Day 2 – Junction Creek to Watershed Camp
Distance: 21.3 km
Walking difficulty: Hard
Mud: A metric f**kton
Date walked: 12 March 2012
The rain stopped overnight, and when we got up, the ground was quite dry. It was a positive start to the day. Junction Creek to Watershed Camp is quite a long jump. Ideally, with more time, it’d be great to stop and sleep at Crossing River.
As soon as we turned the corner from the camp onto the track, the mud began. It never stopped. It ranged from boggy mud, to watery mud, to slippery mud to muddy mud. What ever it was, it was still mud. Day 2 was the big “Day of Mud”. By far the most amount of the stuff on the whole South Coast and Port Davey tracks.
We complained a lot about mud on Day 2. You’ll see that in the videos. I apologise. We were still getting used to it. We knew that there’d be a bit of it around, but not that much. And if it had been raining a lot in the days before we got there, there would have been more mud still. So cross your fingers that you get a dry stretch.
Things got good when we made it to Crossing River. It’s a lovely little camp. The campsite feels quite big, it’d fit several tents. The river is lovely too. The rocks on the far side are great to sit on in the sun for a bit of lunch, or if you’re calling it a day and sticking around for the night.
We made it across safely.
We didn’t stick around very long. We had lunch later on, which we regretted. Crossing River was a time for a break. It helped clear the phycological blocks we had because of the mud we’d already come across.
Unfortunately there was many more kilometers we needed to clear, so we knew we had to keep going. But Crossing River was a highlight for me.
Dash took a swim. I took one a bit later. It was revitalising. It’s cold, but I highly suggest it!
Then we left Crossing River, walked for a bit, came across more mud. Complained some more.
The issue with the mud is that it wears you down. It’s painful, boggy, relentless and demoralising at times. The track isn’t maintained at all. It’s just a small gap to get through the scrub, branches and bushes. There are a few rocky bits, but then it’s straight back into the mud. Sometimes the track is only a foot or so wide, so you’re walking along and then you slip right back into the mud! There’s a lot of slip and sliding.
Staggered into Watershed Camp, only to find a pretty small, wet place.
Watershed Camp is one of the smallest, crappiest camps on the whole track. It could fit 3-4 tents, and is widely populated with leaches. They’re everywhere. If it was raining, the water would flow through this place too, on the way to the river. The river is about 50 meters from the camp.
Ate dinner. Cursed the mud one last time. Hoped it wasn’t going to rain. Set the alarm. Went to bed.