I followed a road aiming to intersect with the transmission lines ready to follow that towards Wayatinah to the extent it would be possible. Massive heavily forested gullies made continued close access to Lake Catagunya (full of Derwent River water) impossible.
Even the cleared area wasn’t clear enough for anyone to walk through on foot, although it was sufficiently clear to keep the power lines unaffected.
When I stood on high, misty wisps reshaped distant hills and threatened to obliterate views of Lake Catagunya. Fortunately I could always see its glistening surface way below.
On top of the second last hill before reaching Wayatinah Power Station, the western end of Lake Catagunya appeared through the clouds.
Before long the metal pipeline streaming water into the Wayatinah Power Station became visible.
Often the bush was amazingly quiet. This film seems to be without sound. Only near the end can the faint crarking of a crow be heard. This bush silence was an unexpected beauty of my day from Catagunya to Wayatinah.