Creekton Falls Track 2018

Creekton Falls Track 2018 Bushwalking with children


When we bushwalk with children, we see tracks – and matters in general – through new eyes. Not only do the children open our hearts afresh to the glories of nature as they look with wonder at the beautiful world around them, but we also see how high steps actually are, or how difficult some obstacles are. This does NOT mean we want them removed, oh bureaucrats sitting in your offices with even surfaces and life reduced to three easy manoeuvres: it just means we become more newly aware of the challenges (good ones) they pose, and we learn patience as we watch the children struggle through something we find easy. Such efforts teach them resilience, stamina, and determination. They help make them fit and stimulate the brain.


Children who go bushwalking are not going to grow up into passive, nanny-reliant blobs. Gussy rose to the challenges posed by obstacles too high to go over, low to go under and enormous to go around all by himself, and was thrilled with the affirmation that conquering them gave him. His dad, being 6′ 2”, possibly had more difficulty, actually, and Abby went her required “number of kilometres to match her age” rule, and then hitched a ride on mum’s back. Her mother’s feat in dodging dangers whilst carrying a rather heavy, mobile sack was extraordinary.

Normally when I bushwalk, I do not take all that many action shots. I have crashed my sternum against my camera enough times to make me cautious with regard to my former methods of camera attachment. However, today I made an exception, and photographed the expedition rather than the goal. If you want to see the actual falls, please turn to
www.natureloverswalks.com/creekton-falls/

These photos are here to give people an idea of what the actual track (past Duckhole Lake) is like, and to give parents encouragement to get the kids out there in nature. It is so much better for them than staring at screens. Nature provides for them the very best playground. It is not sterile and smooth like the risk-free government ones: it is far, far better. I am so glad the government is too busy and too impoverished to interfere with tracks like this and dumb them down to the lowest common denominator, as they do with so many of the more popular tracks.

Willies Falls 2018 Oct

Willies Falls 2018 Oct

The sign at the start of Jeffries Track, leading (kind of) to somewhere near Willies Falls, did say you needed a quality 4WD and warned of ditches and bogs, but the way ahead seemed innocuous enough, and surely that was a notice for wet winters and not this dry October. We would drive as far as I could, and then stop. That seemed a good plan. Ha. The first few ruts were sort of bearable and well, by the time we realised we were in trouble over our waists, we were actually in over our necks. I just had to keep going forward and hope against hope to get as far as the intersection on the map where turning was possible. I was a bundle of shaking nerves by the time I parked. Meanwhile, my daughter was eyeing up the thick scrub and hating all that she saw. I assured her the bit nearest the light was always thickest, and that it would be much better once we got into the forest proper. I forced my way through the dead branches and cutting grass with merry bravado to encourage her.

The forest really was lovely once you got properly inside, but my daughter’s concerns turned from her lovely tights that were endangered by this scrub to  the fact that the cliffs were so steep and the grip on her shoes so minimal that falling and not being able to play the next game of touch football was a danger. “You didn’t mention bushbashing”, she accused gently. “Well, plan A didn’t have any, but we took so long to get here that I had to change to plan B …. which does have just a little.” I tried to wriggle out of this as we lowered ourselves precariously through amassed contours. Her face told me all I needed to know about the level of enjoyment she was experiencing.

At last we got to the base, except, because my map didn’t actually have the falls marked, I had to “aim left” (downstream here) and then work my way up to where the falls were, so as to be sure, which meant the bashing lasted longer. She was reconciled when she saw the lovely falls, and took it all in with good grace, even agreeing that it was beautiful down there – although not volunteering to ever return. She felt much better about the way back up, knowing what lay ahead, and so was more secure about things. It will be a long time before she goes “bush bashing” again … if she ever does.


I’ve put this route in dark magenta for a change as there seemed to be too much cyan on this map. The breaks in the line are just the gps turning itself off by mistake. The route is still clear if you join the lines in your head. The first line stops at the base of the falls. The second begins near the top and then has a random break in it on the way back up the spur that we followed.
(These falls are on the southern part of the Mt Wellington Reserve.)