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Um yeah, so it has rained a bit over the past couple of days, as evidenced by Mambray Creek - which flows all the way from Alligator Gorge - rushing past the campground. Did occur to me that this might have an impact on my plan to walk the 17-18km Hidden Gorge loop, so I wore warm woolly socks, working on the principle that even when they became wet woolly socks, they would still be warm. And they surely were, even after 10 crossings of Mambray Creek proper (knee deep, the width of a roadway, and flowing fast enough that after each traverse I could still feel the sensation of water tugging at my legs) and spending approximately 30% of the 4km Hidden Gorge section wading through the water because in a narrow gorge, the track = creek, but at least being a side creek, it wasn't so deep, except in the pools below a couple of tiny waterfalls.
After this excitement, the ascent to and long descent of The Battery ridgeline seemed a bit bland, but did give me the opportunity to reflect on the 1992 rogaine after which Susanne & I said "never again are we rogaining at Mambray Creek" which I still think is a fair assessment given the thick scratchy scrub and steep shaly hillsides - when it got dark we could see sparks striking off the rocks we'd dislodged, as they rolled down the scree slopes below us. It is a truly beautiful secluded place though, and I have been here one other time, when in 2007 I got my parents to drop me off at Alligator Gorge and I walked the 13km through the natural pound ringed by red-cliffed hills to Mambray Creek campground, and I got there before my parents who had driven around. I even saw yellow-footed rock wallabies on that occasion!