Cranky bloke? He went that way.

Unlike the final chapter of an Australian classic, the end of our outing to a local rock formation was both happy and believable. Without resorting to obscure references to fractures in the space-time continuum we returned safely from our day out with no loose ends to infuriate you, the reader, for the next decade.

As an aside, I looked up space-time continuum and discovered that it is a thing. I assumed it was some sci-fi gimmick that worked well on Star Trek and Dr Who. Not being as bright as Einstein or Stephen Hawking (I Googled ‘the smart guy in the chair’ because I couldn’t remember his name. Would you believe that it worked?) my understanding is limited to it consisting of four dimensions, being continuous and looking a lot like cooked spaghetti.

While the laws of space-time are beyond me I can at least work with gravity, much like Charlie Young did back in 1874. A Chinese man infamous for his cranky demeanour, Charlie was accused of brutally murdering a local woman. He fled the scene but was cornered by police at a local rock formation. To avoid capture he leapt to his death from the highest point. Or so it was reported at the time. Now days there would be a whole story on how the police allowed a man with mental illness to kill himself.

Anywhere else in the world and the place would have become Chinaman’s Leap. But never a people to use more syllables than strictly necessary, we dropped the possessive noun and went for three syllables instead of four. The result for Charlie Young however, remained a monosyllabic splat!

The grim history of the place doesn’t detract from its beauty though. Giant granite boulders surround a natural water hole on Reedy Creek just three kilometers from Warialda.  Some of the boulders perch seemingly on the edge of tipping over. In geological time they probably are, given they are up to 245 million years old. But it’s safe enough to sit in their shade for the moment. We had discovered the place by accident after stooging about in Inverall with Camilla so we weren’t prepared for a day in the bush.

20161226_150500Lacking appropriate foot wear, sunscreen or even water, we stayed just long enough to see the view from the look out and paddle about in the shallow rock pools. The temptation to go ever deeper into the cool water to escape the oppressive heat was great, but I’ve never been a fan of swimming in water where you can’t see your feet. It’s a beach thing.

Given our closest beach is five hours away places like Cranky Rock are an oasis in the summer, especially as the locals go to the bigger dams and rivers. It’s not a body of water unless you can ski on it after all. Next time we go to Cranky we’ll be better prepared and take a picnic.

I’ll cooee if we find any lost school girls.