Been thinking about returning to one of my little spots out the back of Marysville for some time but unsure of what I would find after the most devastating fires in history only 2 years ago. The drive up there wasn’t looking good, probably 90% of the gums are not coming back, they are now the ghosts of forest past and a reminder of the power of nature and the respect that it deserves. The beech trees have also been hit hard but there is new growth, acacias and tree ferns but might be 40-50 years before the forest looks as feels as it was. Arriving at my little spot I found that even the wettest place in the forest had been hit by the fire but found it quite ironic that in the same month as two years ago the water in the river is pumping, higher than winter even. One of the bridges sustained damage a few weeks ago, from flooding, not fire. I guess that everything will find balance once again.
Normally the aptly named Little River in the Cathedral Ranges is just that, little. I had planned to get my feet cold and wet to get a nice low shot of the beautiful rocks but a decent amount of rain the night before created somewhat of a torrent with gullies and tributaries all flowing.