As you can see it is not a destination to be trifled with, nor an ascent to be taken lightly.
It was quite hot, and the air smelled of roasting dry eucalyptus leaves, a classic Australian summer smell. I spent a lot of my walk sniffing appreciatively and wondering how to bottle that smell and bring it home to a Cleveland winter.
With much huffing, puffing and breaks for water and candy snakes, we made it to the summit and climbed as high as we could there.
The views were 360 degrees, and quite breathtaking. Hanging Rock is some kind of ancient larval deposit, and as you can see by the flat country all around, a bit unusual.

I very trickily set up my camera on timer mode and leapt gracefully across the chasm to perch beside Mia for a picture.
We think this might have been the reason for calling it Hanging Rock, because it is mostly up and down with crevasses to slip between.
There were areas where to rock face was incredibly high. The Aboriginal people believed that there was 'unfinished business' at the rock, and although they would come there for ceremonies, they would never stay long.
In the interactive exhibit there was a large amount of space given to the book and movie, 'Picnic at Hanging Rock' which made it quite a famous landmark.
You can see from these pictures taken from the car how incredibly dry Victoria is compared to where my Mum lives.
This is much more normal for me, in terms of what I feel naturally is an Australian landscape, and although there are drought conditions, I loved the taste of what to me is an Aussie summer.
High pale blue skies, burnt tawny grasses and stands of eucalypts. Ahhhhh.
Mia and I made a quick stop at the drive through bottle-o before heading home to crank up the air conditioner and spend the afternoon in classic summer style - hanging out and never far from a cold beer.
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