With all of the hot weather we were experiencing along the Murray we decided to change our route and head south towards the coast - towards the Great Ocean Road. With the help of a couple of guys we met on the Murray, we decided to pass through Grampians National Park. Our first night away from the Murray was spent in a little town called Hopetoun, where we got away with free power and showers at a caravan park with the lack of caretakers collecting fees. This was about our seventh or so night of free accomodation so we were feeling pretty stoked. it was in Hopetoun that Alex got bit on the ass by a bullant, which left him red and swollen for a fair few days (he still has a mark). The next day we made the Grampians, which was a massive change of scenery. The red dirt soon became lush and green and the plains turned into rolling mountains and steep cliff edges with waterfalls. The place was packed with tourists, so we headed into the bush to find a little spot at the foot of the tallest mountain in the national park, Mt William. The 4wd track took about half an hour and we spotted a Big Foot of our own along the way. Before long we realised it was just a massive eagle, with legs the size of treetrunks and a wingspan wider than the Troop. After settling in at our camp we decided to become Masterchefs and attempted to create our own cheese and bacon damper. It was semi-successful and drove us to making a bigger and better one the following night - chilli chorizo and cheese damper. It was amazing. The following morning we got up around sunrise and climbed Mt William, a mountain with an altitude of 1.1km. The ranges were very pretty from the top and we took way too much footage. We like the Grampians.

Shenae.