During the Easter weekend, I travelled to Gippsland with a menagerie of fine people, and children. From our base at Lake Tyers we took a reconnaisse to the Buchan Caves.
Between a medley of “where are these bucken caves?” and other such, we careened past a Rodeo with half of the Dargo present and finally arrived at Buchan.
The caves were particularly kick arse, and below you may see some crude examples of the mineral formations found therein.
One of the mature-age women at the Information desk remarked that I should return to go “extreme caving” (you can imagine what she meant) and conversed with me on the graffiti in some of the lesser-known caves. Feminist graffiti from the modern period, c.1920. Amazing.
–Rock The Boat