VK3/VC-002 Donna Buang for New Years

by vk3arr

It was recently brought to my attention by a friend of mine that this blog tends to sound like I spend my time begging my wife for permission to go up mountains with a radio. Those readers who have wives and children will appreciate the fact this friend is unmarried and childless. However, in the interests of avoiding another situation where it would appear – unfairly – that my wife controls my schedule, and indeed, to avoid a situation where it might appear that I am weak and callow and unable to demand my rightful man-time, I will avoid such statements.

Nay, we had an honest conversation, carefully stating each other’s position on the matter, accepting and acknowledging each other’s feelings, graciously offering each other compromise positions, before reaching a negotiation point where I caved and said, “I’ll do anything, just give me New Year’s for SOTA again!” My wife obliged. My friend’s estimation of my worth decreased. I cared not.

This year, I chose Mt Donna Buang for two main reasons. The UTC roll over would give me 8 points twice, and the fact I was 15 points from 100 activation points meant I would reach the first target. The second simple fact was that at 2 and a half hour’s drive, it was half the distance of a 10 pointer like Buller or Hotham, and therefore wouldn’t require as early a start.

I took the linked dipole, freshly fixed, and the Buddipole, the 857 and the 4.2Ah LiFePO4 battery. The drive up was easy, with almost no traffic, and I hardly had to worry about any cyclists. There were only two.

Passing cyclists on a windy mountain road always reminds me of the joke about the man who picks up a Catholic priest hitchhiking. The priest, tired, nods off, and the man drives on, spotting a cyclist riding ahead. He decides, immorally and illegally of course, to drive his car at the cyclist. At the last minute, as he floors the accelerator and is about to hit the cyclist, he notices the priest wake up and swerves away guiltily, but there is a sickening thud.

“Father,” he cries, “I’m sorry, but I think I hit a cyclist!”
The priest pats him on the shoulder and says gravely, “No, my son, I saw that you missed him.”
The man breathes a sigh of relief as the priest says, “But don’t worry, I got him with the door.”

As a person who doesn’t mind cyclists at all, I don’t know why that goes through my head, but perhaps it’s not substantially different to the lady I used to work with who once asked us if we ever felt the urge to push someone in front of a train. Um, no, but apparently that’s a fairly common sensation. So I do advise people to stand behind the yellow line to minimise the risk of someone fulfilling a fantasy, and I never pick up hitchhiking Catholic priests. Just in case.

The shack

The shack

In any case, I was set up and ready to go by 0950, and tuned around grabbing Summit-to-Summit contacts, six to start with, before I worked 5 chasers. Two more S2Ss were followed by a VK5, and then the S2S’ started to go crazy. I worked the two Andrews VK1DA and VK1NAM for a three-way Andrew-to-Andrew, now becoming something of a New Year’s tradition, although last year, VK1NAM, VK3BQ and myself were on different summits.

I worked Joe and Julie from Morwell NP, Justin VK7TW for a VK7 summit, before rushing a pre-UTC rollover S2S with Brian VK3MCD and Rob VK2QR. I went back to 7090kHz and found Rik VK3EQ/7 on Mt Wellington near Hobart, and he kicked off a stream of Summit to Summit contacts. In total, I worked 23 S2S contacts on 21 unique summits one after the other. Everyone was out.

My favourite QSO of the day was with Nick VK3ANL and Allen VK3HRA. Allen and I were just completing a S2S when Nick heard us:

VK3ANL: “Mind if I join you for a three-way summit-to-summit?”
VK3HRA: “That sounds dirty!”
Me: “I’m up for that!”
*awkward silence from Nick*
VK3ANL: “OK…well I’ll go first then”

I worked 10 more chasers, and then packed up, with Bernard VK3AV the last in the log. In total, 66 contacts across UTC, and over 200 summit-to-summit points. Finally, it got me over the 100 point mark, taking me to 101 points. At this rate, I’ll be a Mountain Goat around 2023.

The lookout tower.  I didn't climb it

The lookout tower. I didn’t climb it

Summit cairn of sorts

Summit cairn of sorts

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