Ettrema Gorge Adventure

Easter in Australia can be celebrated in many ways. I mean, let’s think about it, any time you get four days off in a row is something to celebrate. For me, one of the best ways I’ve celebrated Easter was this year, when I set out for Ettrema Gorge for an adventure I’ll never forget.

Ettrema Gorge is found lying deep within Morton National Park, about 3hrs drive south from Sydney but miles from any road. If you’ve even flown between Sydney and Melbourne and looked out at all that wilderness and endless Aussie bush and wondered, “Where is that?”, it’s likely that it was Morton NP.

Looking down Ettrema Gorge

Lucy looking down Ettrema Gorge admiring the cliff lines

Try a Google Maps search for Ettrema Gorge and you’ll see a giant, deep gash in the landscape, running north from the Braidwood Road.

Ettrema Gorge Morton NP

Looking down Ettrema Gorge

Time Warp to 2002 - I thought I knew what hiking was until I entered Ettrema

Time Warp to 2002 – I thought I knew what hiking was until I entered Ettrema

For me, Ettrema Gorge holds many stories and memories. My first trip there was one of the toughest physical things I’ve ever done in my life. As my qualifying walk for membership with the Sydney Bush Walkers Club in 2002, I set out to hike the length from Bullfrog Creek out to Coolendel. I’d never walked off-track before and was seriously unprepared and not fit enough to tackle this challenge. To this day I am so thankful that the leader, Maurice, took a punt with me and brought me along. Joining this hiking club changed my life and I’ve never looked back.

So for me, coming back at Easter time, was a time to celebrate new beginnings and reflect on all that I have to be thankful and grateful for. Dare I say, getting to the heart of what Easter is all about.

Caro Ryan enjoying Ettrema Gorge

12 years later after finding my mojo in hiking and back to take on Ettrema Gorge with a smile, more skills and experience

This weekend was also all about ups and downs. As anyone who’s been to Ettrema can testify, it’s one of the attributes of this area that make it either endearing or un-ending depending on your perspective. We went down places like Howards Pass and up Hamlets Crown, along with an unnamed slightly dodgy pass to return back to Ettrema Creek after a sensational high camp on Pioneer Plateau.

Howards Pass, Morton National Park

Taking compass bearing to find the top of Howards Pass.

A truly amazing part of the world and if you’ve got the necessary skills and experience, along with some good mates to take along with you, I recommend getting into Ettrema Gorge and creating some of your own great memories of this incredible place.

Pioneer Plateau, Ettrema Gorge

Greeting the sunrise Easter Sunday morning on Pioneer Plateau

Ettrema Creek, Morton National Park

Cascades are a regular feature in Ettrema Creek, Morton National Park






Steve ably demonstrating the Pointy Point

Steve ably demonstrating the Pointy Point

Ferns in Morton NP

Sue enjoying the ferns as opposed to the Hakea

Descending through Howards Pass, Ettrema Gorge

Descending through Howards Pass, Ettrema Gorge

Pioneer Plateau Ettrema Gorge

Home sweet home. Sunset on Pioneer Plateau

Small falls on side creek, Ettrema Gorge

Small falls on side creek, Ettrema Gorge

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    • says

      Brrrrr… Indeed! I’m still trying to warm up from Walls of Jerusalem in January when it snowed many years ago around Solomons Jewels! Magic country, amazing. Must come back sometime soon!

  1. Graeme says

    Ah …. Howards Pass. This had me dusting off a map (Touga) that I havenโ€™t looked at for 25 years. It was for a walk I won’t forget.

    The good – Saturday. Magnificent views across Ettrema Gorge before descending Howards Pass, then the ascent of Cinch Creek and finding a perfect camp cave above the falls.

    The bad – Sunday. Leader broke a couple of bones in his foot coming down Dynamite Creek, but hobbled on regardless. Howards Pass again, this time in the dark, arriving at cars after midnight.

    Thinking about it, was the only walk I’ve ever been on where somebody broke a bone.

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