A trip to Lerderderg Gorge yesterday for a leisurely afternoon of hiking along the Tunnel trail, a hacked laceration through a low granite saddle topped with a century of dry forest detritus, a small, nicked gash as if some giant hand smashed a too soft blade on the up-fold between two streams, the vertically layered stone fracturing only enough for the separate flows to mingle, in truth neatly and painfully cut by the hands of miners with ill-suited tools and lascivious gold-speckled craving.