Planning to walk from Frankston to Mordialloc… And soon Hans the Hiker is a hiker without hiking poles!!!
Unimaginable! At least until I buy new hiking poles. Is that disgraceful or what?
You see, Good Mrs and I took the train down from town to Frankston this morning. Our plan was for a parallel to coastal walk along Port Philip Bay’s eastern shore.
Well, we arrived well and good in Frankston, got off the train, crossed the street and got ourselves a morning coffee in the first cafe that we saw.
OK, we also shared a bacon and egg sandwich. For energy, of course.
Well, sitting there I realised that something was amiss.
Yep, you guessed it, my hiking poles were still travelling on that train. Perhaps they now even had a new home. I had my backpack with me, but I had no hiking poles.
I used some unprintable language before accepting the loss. Good Mrs even called me “human” for forgetting the hiking poles on the train. I was not quite sure how to take that.
Back to regular programming after that spit…
From Frankston, we followed Kananook Walking Trail north. Kananook Creek runs parallel with the shoreline. Close to it, only 2 blocks or so, but the waters doesn’t actually seem to meet. Kananook Creek appears to flow into Patterson Lakes further north.
Today’s walk between Frankston and Mordialloc is not a difficult one. Most of it is flat and most of it is on gravel and compressed sand. Little walking on hard asphalt surfaces.
There was some lovely street art in a few places along the Kananook Walking Trail. The guy to the right that is. I am not so sure about that other bloke…
Singing some German walking, hiking and mountain songs and we were making good progress.
The narrow stretch of bush and trail parallel to Kananook Creek made it almost feel like you were out in the bush. Although you are still in suburbia and you could see houses in the distance and hear traffic.
The train line also ran parallel to the creek and to the trail. Here, you have to cross the tracks to continue your journey.
We shortchanged ourselves a bit on breaks. First break for the day with a cup of tea and a muffin was not until 2 hours into the walk.
There are many lovely spots along Paterson River with benches and picnic tables. Where you can sit and watch pleasure crafts and kayaks passing. So that is what we did.
Few bridges across Paterson River means that you have to follow the waterline for a while. Along the Dandenong Creek Trail to the nearest crossing which you can see in the distance below.
By the way, we are on one of the bridges where waterways lead into a canal estate called Paterson Lakes. Where most dwellers have their own boats and live by the water. All nice and secure and fenced in, of course.
Patterson River becomes narrow underneath the M11 road bridge which we cross. That “trickle” provided plenty of feed for the seabirds.
We stood on the bridge here for a while, watching the pelicans and the other birds catching their “lunch”. With ease it seemed.
On the other side of Patterson River, we continued north on the Long Beach Trail. It crosses through the Edithvale-Seaford Wetlands. A long and narrow stretch from, ehh… Edithvale to Seaford.
What is there in the background behind us?
Aah, a couple of ponies.
We had an apple in our backpack which we “sacrificed” for this guy. He was a bit unsure first, but once he had a bite of the apple, he just went for it. Unfortunately, we only had one apple which meant that his buddy missed out. Sorry!
A final location shot, characteristic of the Long Beach Trail. Flat, gravel with pleasant surroundings. A bit semi-rural at times although to the left of here is all suburbia.
Arriving at Mordialloc, we got ourselves a late lunch in the form of fish and chips and a chico roll for Good Mrs.
Followed by ice cream and fruit before jumping onto the train for the journey back to Melbourne town.
We did a good length walk today so a bit of junk food wouldn’t kill us.