Hi Harb,
A bit eerie!? I'll say!
I have had the bejeesus scared out of me once at Linden Observatory when I was there by myself and a wallaby decided to BOUNCE through the bush and freaked me out.
Another time, which was worse, was when I went to Linden, but the gates were closed, so I decided to head to King's Tableland in Wentworth Falls further up.
I drove down the ridgeline for about 5 mins and found a nice entrance road on an exposed ridge with almost 360 degrees panorama and DARK skies. After it took me 15 mins to set everything up, I was in heaven, Andromeda was naked eye, I had gorgeous views, complete silence, inky blackness, coffee, chips and cigarettes (the three C's) and spent a good 4 hours touring visually.
THEN.
I felt a little bladder pressure imminent so I toddled over to the edge of the clearing where the scrub was to relieve myself, lovely still air, staring up at the Milky Way with my old feller out and the sound of tinkling water as I did what I needed to do......when......
BAM, CRASH, THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, coming closer and closer from in the darkness....STRAIGHT FOR ME.
Here I was, 90kms from home, in the middle of freaking nowhere, NOBODY knew where I was, NOONE around for at least 5kms, wife thinks I am at Linden about 15 ks away, PITCH BLACK, it would take me 15 mins to pack up....AND a steady stream of warm, filtered blood is pouring out all over the bush from an area that no longer has any testicles visible as they had already retreated from whence they came.....
Needless to say I stood there, half frozen from inability to stop my business and zip up, a quarter from terror of WHAT THE F.....is that??? and the rest of me remembering THAT scene in American Werewolf in London in the Scottish highlands where the two backpackers were warned to stay on the roads.....you know the one!
SO, after a few more bash, bash, crash, thumps, I had zipped up, spun around with a rapidly spreading stain in my jeans, RAN to the car, THREW the scope in the back FULLY assembled, SHUT all the doors, LEAPT into the driver's seat, started the ignition and NOTHING!?!?! CLICK CLICK CLICK, no engine, no starter motor......CRAP, I AM DEAD!!!! AHHHHHHH......
I look down, its still in bloody DRIVE!!!!, DAMN, whack it in neutral, start the car, and TEAR OFF down the dirt track like my pants were on fire and stuffed with flesh eating ants!!!!
It took me until Penrith 40kms away to stop looking in the rear vision mirror and my adrenalin had calmed to the point where I decided I could STOP DOING 120kms per hour.....all the while I kept thinking, OVER AND OVER......"Stick to the roads, BEWARE OF THE MOORS"!!!!
I don't know if it was the Lithgow Panther, a Bunyip or the Boogie Man, but I didn't stick around to find out.
They never did find those two American Hikers........
Still gives me goosebumps to this day.
C...C.....C.....C......Chris