A reprise photo. The glass shard at the start of the equinox exploration.
Today was the day to reach the actual west point of this line. I had made several expeditions in this direction, and made several mistakes. I knew that the first three markers, up to the wattle tree in the photo below were accurate (enough), but everything further west was up for correction. So carefully, sighting back frequently, making sure I was watching the right trees, the right rocks, I made my way to the west.
Interim marker and the distinctive wattle tree looking back to the east.
Useful. A bright golf ball is visible for a long way; also looking back.
That was my last golf ball until I find more. The bark-shedding season, however, provides much attractive material. Looking west.
Dappled shadows in the forest with clear weather and bright sunshine, looking west. A stick marker in centre foreground. The route passes next to the straight tree in the mid distance.
The autumnal equinox west point looking east, marked with a discarded glass bowl and some treasure: a triumphant panorama. There is a higher ridge another 400 metres away, but it is not visible from the starting point. This location is about 40 metres north of the original point which I thought was the destination, when I found my navigation had been poor...
By the time I neared the end point of this expedition it felt like a quest, a walk through a fairy tale, an adventure, even though in fact the distance covered was not much more than 300 metres as the crow flies. I put the small treasure (which I had saved for another project) into the bowl at the top because of the mythical journeying feeling that I had. It is interesting how difficult it is to resist the urge to make stories.
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