Mt Cuvier 2014, 2015
Arriving at dusk
Mt Cuvier is so remote that it is usually climbed in conjunction with other peaks, I have climbed it twice: once on the way to Tramontane, and once on the way back from Goulds Sugarloaf. Both times I slept on its shelf. I love it there so much I will go back just to sleep in that spot again, even if I don’t climb anything else. Probably the worst part of getting there is just before you enter the saddle between Byron and Cuvier on the Byron side of things. This saddle is watched over by a highly protective band of scoparia. It poses a mild delaying factor while one searches for a route through. It is not by any means the worst patch of this darling bush that one will find on any trip. The 2015 trip was in partial snow, and that made it really special.
Summitting at the end of a long day in which we climbed many mountains, the furthest peak being Goulds Sugarloaf.
This is from a different trip, when Angela and I climbed Pyramid Mountain. Here Angela is looking at Mt Cuvier from way out west in even more remote wilderness: from Rocky Hill in the Eldons. When I look at a photo like this, I realise with an almost overwhelming emotion what an incredibly privileged person I am to have been to these remote places while they are still wild. What will be left for the next generation? It seems no government cares.
Yet the need to be in truly remote places and lose ourselves in the grandeur of the natural world, to expose ourselves to the infinite nature of a realm beyond our tiny concerns is healthy for our souls and for the way we relate to other people and our planet. The ones who will cause harm are the ones who don’t understand our place in the wider scheme of things. If you listen to the Liberal government, you’d think there is no greater goal for a human than a full pocket at the expense of every other human on the planet, present or future. The only language spoken is that of economics. They know no higher goals or deeper meaning. Intangibles like beauty or sublimity – or goodness – are beyond their grasp. Honesty never was in their dictionary. Responsibility is a word for others. The problem is that Labor is no better, and the greens have decided to keep their battles tiny so as to claim a few minor skirmishes, and they seem to have lost sight of how they got their colour.
4 Replies to “Cuvier 2014, 2015”
Beautiful photos thanks for sharing
Know area having walked in my uni days a long time ago
Thanks ever so much Graham. It is so lovely to be appreciated (and the whole blog is just a labour of love).
Lovely blog. Makes me a bit homesick 🙂
I have fond memories of Cuvier. I was there the late 90s June long weekend (I think). I remember the shelf camp was wonderful.
I also remember the scoparia but didn’t think it was that bad getting from Byron to Cuvier. Of course I was a twenty+ years younger and a lot fitter so would find it challenging now.
I hope I can get back there again.
Thanks ever so much Phillip for that beaut comment. I hope you get back there again as well. I have been there twice now, and can’t wait to make it three!