Bibbulmun: and the ghost of Cobber

by Tim Dawe

Sunrise over cloudy Helena Valley

Two men in a boot; forget Jerome K Jerome’s tale of three toffs on the Thames who finish a day’s row on the river with a three-course dinner, a few ales and a down-filled bed. This is about two blokes in late middle age scrambling up and down the Bibbulmun Track – perhaps for the last time.

My partner in boots, Roger the dodger, and I are on a two and a half day hike through pristine bush in the Mundaring water catchment area. This is a test of resolve: of nostalgia and optimism over age and creaking knees. Continue reading “Bibbulmun: and the ghost of Cobber”