The ability to seek out these places online has led to many 'new' dam walls, drains, pipes and other concrete structures being 'discovered'. Some of these spillway walls have been hiding out in the middle of nowhere for up to 100 years, rarely visited and some almost abandoned. Visiting these places often feels like entering a strange time warp, and the massive nature reserves that surround these places creates even more of an eery isolated vibe.

To find places like this, simply do some research regarding what dam or reservoir supplies the water for your town. Look at the place via satellite maps. Google image search photos of the spillway. If it looks like there is even a slight chance of something being rideable, go and check! You may find fences, security, damn officials, but even if these obstacles arise, there are ways around. Look into the operating hours of the place. Check if they ever have tours of the place, gather all the information you can and use it to your advantage. 

The images of this spillway wall are the result of a bunch of online trawling regarding the state water supply. Over a year ago my lady Jess and I did a 'scope out' mission that basically involved climbing in, walking up to the pumping station and finding dam workers onsite. With a bit of quick thinking and friendly banter we managed to be given an in-depth tour of the facility, during which we managed to find out what times of week the dam was unstaffed.

After a year of procrastination regarding the mission, Benn and myself recently plotted our plan of attack to ride the beast. We then realized we'd be nearby another troupe of traveling hessians, headed for a different but similarly awe-inspiring piece of infrastructure. With that, a week of exploring the high country begun. Beginning with a quick afternoon session at a smaller, well known rural dam overflow, we then headed further into the scrub, with day two involving a successful infiltration of the huge, unridden spillway. After several days slowly venturing south, with days wholly dedicated to swimming in rivers and relaxing in the woods, we finished up at the pipe, another secret delicacy of the South-Eastern Australian concrete ape. 

Benn Pigot, darkside table at stop #1. Photo by David Cragg

The crew that came together for a session in the pipe were from all over, both the country and the globe. While some chose to spend their time far, far away from civilisation relaxing in the natural surrounds and getting cooked, others were present with no other intention than putting in the work necessary to get the pipe running. Thanks to a small number of absolute legends, the water flow in the pipe was dammed and kept at bay for 2 days of solid shredding. To all the freeloaders that came and took runs in the pipe after doing basically nothing, I love you guys, but can only hope you learn how to pick up a bucket or shovel next time around.

Much to the enjoyment of our new found friends Pete and Andrew, nobody came out in a  stretcher and to top it all off, Beech handplanted the pipe. The journey into these far away places is half the reason to go, and the spoils that await are the cherry on top. Get out there exploring. - DC