By SAM MILLAR
Yackandandah. Where is that, you say? If you locate yourself around Tangambalanga, Mudgeegonga, Tallangatta or Mt Murramurrabong you’re not far off. Wodonga and Wagga Wagga are also just a stone’s throw away. Yack (that’s what we call it for short) is the place that I grew up.
Being located in a region where bushy hills meet the Murray River and farmland vistas, the days of my childish innocence were spent swimming in creeks and dams, climbing eucalyptus trees, riding horses and exploring the bush beside my parent’s hobby farm.
But I’m worried about Yack. In the space of my secondary schooling, Yackandandah and surrounding towns have been threatened numerous times by devastating bushfires. The first was in 2003 when a nearby forest fire started burning directly towards the Yack township. We watched from my childhood property as the fire would ‘spot’ towards not only us (‘spotting’ is where a fire creates new fires ahead of itself through airborne embers), but the entire town.
With every 10 minutes that passed, a new set of enraged flames would light the dark silhouette of the hills, making us more and more nervous about whether we would have our house, and our lives left by the end of the night. We raced to get our gutters filled with water, sprinklers set up and fire-safe clothing on to fight our first ember attack. Just as the fire started to hit the first properties on the town’s outskirts, the winds changed and blew the fire away from both us and the town. It was a close call.
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Having just spent the weekend in Yack, it seems like a haven of energy. Hospitality combined with zero carbon, Yackandandahers are to be congratulated. A resilient community indeed
Incredible story, Sam. Thanks for all the work you do.