'We have been climbing for a couple of hours through surprising country, gaunt eucalypts have given way to myrtle and pink mountain berries, and a young celery top pine, about five centimetres tall, stands in the middle of the track with its leaves all fresh and optimistic. Soon we meet a ridgeline and follow it to the high point of Millers Bluff. This is the easy way to the summit - previously, walkers had to traverse along a very scrubby ridge which could eat up the hours. A few years ago, a group didn't make it back to their cars until after midnight.' (Introduction)
