Not those of the Kelly Gang, but of a similar era, along the Ovens River, flowing quickly from the Alps, at Bright.
It’s a beautiful spot, with lots of birds, including brightly covered parrots. Sadly I didn’t spot a platypus that are said to be in the river. A family said they saw one but I missed out.
The park alongside the river in town has lots of adventure play equipment for kids and two water slides! Two! Into a fast flowing river! They weren’t open. Maybe the river is not as fast in summer? There were also broad steps into the river, like a public bathing area. And little beach areas. Definitely too cold in winter though a young whippersnapper fellow jumped in. And this dog.
But with these depth markings, much more water comes this way.
Seemingly random piles of river stones are actually tailings from the gold diggings. Who knew! Who’da realised wihout the signs!
The piles are not the only transformation in the environment by the gold miners.
The course of the river was changed from the dredging.
And then the gaps in the stone on the side of the river:
And there were lots and lots of these tail races. Some still flowing with water, some dry, some filling up with trees and plants. It must have been so crowded here during the gold rush. Walking at night would have been dangerous. All the holes and racings and trip hazards and the steep cliffs to the river. Death traps a plenty.
What is it about the allure of gold that men for centuries have risked life, have worked in horrendous conditions? Why is gold so valued by so many societies?
The gold I like is the gold reflection of the sun set on the mountains. Next stop: ski fields.