Summer is in force out here, which
means that things are starting to burn. Sadly, the year began with one
of the most popular vacation spots for Melbourners - the Great Ocean
Road - uncontrollably ablaze. Over a hundred houses were consumed over
Christmas, along with 60,000 sheep and one koala. All those poor burning
gifts and sad children. Not to mention all the evacuation, destruction,
and loss of koala.
Our plan was to go to this exact location
this week. I still thought it was an ok plan. Likely all the booked
accommodations were now available and the locals would be thankful for
some brave tourists. But Jakob is a voice of reason and here we are in
the Grampians where the fire danger is only very high (low on the scale)
while Great Ocean Road is not so great.
Fires are
surprisingly common here. Every summer vast tracts of land are charred.
Yet, despite all the fires, fire warnings, fire education, fire bans
some Australians just still don't get it. Half a dozen new fires had to
be put out yesterday in the Great Ocean Road area due to fireworks. Who
lights illegal fireworks in an area that is already on fire? In Tasmania
we stayed near Leven Canyon and on a hot windy day with severe fire
warnings one clever picnicker decided to start a bonfire not in one of
the many barbecue pits but in the grass directly under a highly
flammable tea tree. And for this reason we think we now understand the
fire rating scale here.
Canada has a reasonable danger
scale for forest fires: low, moderate, high, or extreme. In Australia,
the scale goes low-moderate, high, very high, severe, extreme,
catastrophic red alert. Someone really went out of their way to label
these levels in a way that will make it clear that there is always
danger of fire. Two thirds of the potential categories are scary
sounding. But somehow all the dire synonyms and bright red warnings
still seem insignificant when compared with a night of camping with no
open fire and no charred meat. When we came to Australia we were a bit
worried about being eaten by sharks, bitten by snakes or spiders, stung
by jellyfish or being severely sunburned. Now we know a way bigger risk
out here is death by fire. So we will be be taking on the more minor
risks (spiders and snakes and sun) out here in the craggy Grampians
these next few days.
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Playing for the paddymelons |
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Can only wonder what they're staring at |
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This spider had spread its web across the entire trail and was peacefully eating a butterfly |
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Caught by the paparazzi |
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The Leven Canyon trail, strewn with eucalyptus trees |
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