Eungalla National Park is truly a mythical place. Not only because of its flora and fauna, but it feels like taking a step back in time on this high plateau.
The Aborigines of the ‘Wirri’ tribe called these mountains their home, way before the white man arrived. Eungalla National Park has always had an important role in the environment, as many species of animals, birds and flora are only found here.
White settlers eventually cultivated the valley for cane farming as well as for dairy farming. Even then, when transport, roads and spare time were almost non-existent, local farmers recognized the importance of this land. In 1941, Eungalla National Park was founded.
Eungalla means ‘land of the clouds’ in the local aboriginal language. Clouds, that formed over the warmer ocean temperatures are blown inland and literally get stuck on these highlands.
Well, today proved to be such a day. Waking up to thick fog all around, there was a mythical feeling in the air.
Visibility was around 20 meters maximum at times and caution on the narrow and winding road was even more important.
It wasn’t really raining, but the low clouds drizzled over the land. I haven’t seen such thick fog since my stay in Andasibe on Madagascar. I had taken then some fabulous photos of nature and people in thick fog, I intended to do the same today.
National Park campground ‘Fern Flat’ is a fantastic, low-cost overnight option.
Spacious camping areas surrounded by thick forest and tall ferns. The Broken River’s platypus playground wasn’t even 100 meters away. The fog added to a ghostly appearance to an already mythical forest.
I had an early morning chat with a young, friendly couple from Melbourne. They quickly disappeared in the mist.
I was on my way too, looking for that playful and mysterious creature in mystical surroundings.
The platypus weren’t overly active this morning, as if they were too scared to emerge from their burrows. It would have been a spectacular photo, a platypus on a log in foggy conditions. Well, I can still dream, can’t I?
Instead, my photographic attention wandered off to the clouds that enveloped the Broken River and its forest. It wasn’t a normal fog that lingers around until the sun rays burn the cold air off. The clouds moved throughout the mountains fairly quick.
The Broken River was clear and reflected the surroundings as it did yesterday.
Just a few moments later, the clouds made their way through the river bed, appearing like oversized ghosts.
This made the whole experience a little spooky.
I imagined that fairies and unicorns would move with them, roaming their territory. The fog would keep them invisible to the human eye.
This would have fitted perfectly in these mystical surroundings, having a mysterious creature foraging in these waters already. I guess my imagination ran a little wild, but this would have been a perfect setting for such experience.
Now and then, the sun tried to break through the clouds, giving the green ferns a shiny appearance. I was hoping for a sunny day today but got something even better.
This is where Eungalla National Park got its name from – the land of clouds, this is what Eungalla stands for.
Simply mythical all around.