Ghost Mine Bridge

We found a new path off the trail we've been using up at Coot-Tha. It led down from the ridge we were on down the "other side" - Westwards, I think, and the plants were quite different going down this side; I will euphemistically refer to them as umbrella plans and ferns, though I'm sure that wasn't what they were.

The track was much rougher and obviously less used. The birds over on this side were much more vocal. A kookaburra let us know it was nearby. The path led down the hill steeply, crossed regularly by dead wood and punctuated by rocks and boulders.

At the bottom, to my surprise, we came across some benches next to a hole in the ground which a placard proudly referred to as a "gold mine." Further up the trail was the bridge pictured above, across which carts of ore were trundled to the pump house further upstream where the ore was processed.

It was all very, very basic. Very, very disused. And by all accounts very, very unproductive.