In 1960, crystals from Hyden Rock were dated as being 2700 million years old, amongst the oldest in Australia.
After surfing the rock, we all climbed to the top to explore various rock formations, to view the damn, and enjoy the 360 degree view, (while spotting some lizards). Warnings are given to wear appropriate footwear, and in hindsight thongs and crocs were probably not the best foot attire for steep and slippery rock climbing. They had a picture of high heels on the sign, so I figured thongs would not be so bad.
Hippos Yawn consists of an unusually shaped granite top that was formerly part of the larger outcrop. It is next to Wave Rock, and yep, you guessed it, was shaped like a hippo yawning. You could climb into the cave and the children particularly enjoyed being passed from rock to rock like a swinging monkey, needless to say, a good workout for the parents!
There was a salt pool on offer, (every Resort has a swimming pool), only this one is a little different. First warnings were from the receptionist at check in, "Good fun, really harsh on your skin". Okay.... We spoke to some other swimmers yesterday, "Don't put your head under, it burns your eyes." Okay... Written warning next to pool "Enter with caution." Okay... So for some strange reason I was a little dubious to take the children in . But surely this is where the magic happens, or was that just the Lake Magic? I am encouraged to go first, (I've always been hopeless with peer group pressure), and 'apparently' I volunteered to be lab rat for this particular experience. The crowd sits on the edge telling me to "get on with it", I have a funny feeling if I scream it burns, I will be the only one swimming today. The water was actually refreshing, and guess what else? Magical! I could not sink. I was as buoyant as a rubber ducky! On my back I could of quite easily floated reading a book and balanced a cocktail on my belly, I was not going under. On my belly, my bottom bobbed above the water like J-Lo and it was near impossible to do a breastroke kick without my calves waving around like a beginner synchronised swimmer. Due to the lack of co-ordination my children possess, (no idea what side of the family that comes from), they had both acquired many grazes after the morning's climbing adventures. I am presuming by the volume of their screams on the waters entry, that this would indicate the burning of salt water on open flesh wounds. Perhaps not my most proud parenting moment, but I satisfy myself that salt water will clean the wounds. Keep in mind this satisfaction does not arrive until well after the screaming ceases. Despite my judgement in parenting, the salt pool was worth the floating experience.
The last stop for our busy day of exploring Hyden was at Mulka's cave. I had mentioned earlier the rumour of the cabins being haunted. This is regarding the Aboriginal Legend of Mulka. Mulka was the illegal son of woman who fell in love with a man with whom marriage was forbidden according to their law. It is believed that a result of breaking these rules, she bore a son with crossed eyes. Even though he grew to be an outstandingly strong man of colossal height, his crossed eyes prevented him from aiming a spear accurately and becoming a successful hunter. Out of frustration it is said Mulka turned to catching and eating human children and he became the terror of the district. He lived in Mulka's Cave, where the imprints of his hands can still be seen, much larger and higher than that of an ordinary man.
|Fish and half moon|
The cave was fascinating to explore. It was hard to see the hand prints, so I found myself going snappy happy with the camera, and viewing them after the photo was taken. Hidden images seemed to appear from nowhere. Maybe it was just my paranoia working overtime, or just the spiritual feel after being educated about Mulka, but I think I got an image of a face. Could it of been Mulka?
|Do you see a face?|
The Humps are a large granite rock formation that is used as a water catchment. After climbing through Mulka's cave, we trekked over rocks, through bush (stumble, trip, stumble trip), to be greeted by lovely views and more steep climbing. We kept trekking until all 3 of our little explorers literally fell apart, I think the adults were in denial for a little while. Fatigue, clumsiness and hunger set in so we cancelled our expedition and tried to successfully find our way back to the car. I must admit, I am glad that I shared this experience with the children... but... if they were not in tow, and we were wearing better shoes, and had more sunscreen, and had more water, and I had a hat with corks hanging off it, then hubby and I could of trekked for a few more hours. Regarding the hats with the corks; the flies were like an artillery of insect warriors. I spent the majority of my time outdoors waving my arms like a ninja with invisible num-chucs trying to swat flies.
|Nanas talking about the view|
|Shoo fly, don't bother me!|
|Wanted to trek some more!|
Apart from the flies, it was a wonderful holiday, and I would recommend the area of Hyden to anyone wanting to explore inland Western Australia. I would love to say we will be back, but probably not, as there is so much more of Western Australia to explore.