The raven tries to eat the giant
emu's egg. The emu catches him and a chase begins. The raven flies
into a crack. The emu, unphased charges in behind him. Hence, the
crack splits open creating the peaks we know today as the Grampions.
The chase continues, however, the raven eventually gets away. The
aggrervated emu chases after a coward hunter instead. The hunter is
freightened by the emu and he scatters up a tree. He never makes it
down and becomes the possum. Eventually, two brave brothers do spear
the emu, but it does not die, instead it staggers through the valley
and its dripping blood becomes the river.

(Pinnacle) (Venus Baths)
This legend was the first thing
I heard upon entering the Grampions. I thought about it throughout
the whole trip. I like to make up stories of my own to explain natural
occurences. The Nature experience is very inspiring to me. I find,
especially when I'm hiking, I take so much more time to think then
I do at home. I was a little disappointed to discover that we were
not backpacking on this trip. I miss it so much. Campfires and big
groups will be fun too.
Our first day consisted a series
of hikes on Mt. Zero and Mt. Stapleton. The Grampions were amazing
and the rock scrambling was a blast. I came across a beautiful Golden
Orb Spider.