Posts Tagged With: Queensland

Lowmead – Futter Creek (Queensland)

14/08/17  The drive up through the heavily wooded hills of the Warro Forest Reserve was a slow haul, along a snaking gravel road and across a narrow wooden bridge that I thought best to walk over first before clunking across the rattly wooden bridge deck with the rig. Shortly after descending the far side of Mt Warro, we came to the small village of Lowmead, and over the level rail crossing of the main north-south line to set up in the large shady backyard of the pub.

Over a drink in the pub a little later, Di asked the publican and two guys sitting at the bar how many people lived in Lowmead.

“Six” they all agreed after counting it up.

“Six houses?”

“No, six people.”

With the two guys at the bar, the publican, two others sitting across the room, and both of us, it was pretty much full house for Sunday lunch.

We unhitched the van and took an afternoon drive to nearby Agnes Waters and the Town of 1770. Di loved the long curving white beach at Agnes Waters, but 1770 didn’t appeal to us much at all – too hilly, too isolated and too many backpacker whiz bangs everywhere. Bustard Bay, dotted with many boats and yachts moored offshore, was certainly scenic and would be a great place to stay if you were a boatie. But we weren’t.

With the shadows lengthening in the late afternoon, we enjoyed a drink beside the van looking across the paddocks to Baffle Creek at the far tree line. An impressive Spotted Harrier on the hunt, skimming above the tops of the tall grass seed heads, proved faster than Di could locate her camera. She settled for just a distant hazy image of this new bird to her list. We had a very quiet and peaceful camp site, tucked away in the back corner behind the pub, despite the occasional horn toots of trains approaching the nearby level rail crossing. Thankfully, they didn’t blow their horn at night.

The next morning, we packed up and headed north through Miriam Vale and Calliope to a camp at Futter Creek. The days are becoming steadily warmer as we travel further north. The nights are still cold and we’re hitting the sack much earlier, our sleep patterns very much dictated by sunset and sunrise.

Futter Creek (Qld)

“Knock Knock! Who’s there? Tibet! Tibet who? Early Tibet and early to rise!”

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Childers – Bundaberg (Queensland)

13/08/17  Ambrosia and Camp Fires

The last two campsites have been terrific.

We stayed for three nights at Brierley Wines, 6km out of Childers. Camping was free as long as you bought some of their wine which I was quite happy to do as the tasting was rather nice. They grow the grapes and make their own organic wines on site, and my long-held notions of what I like in a Shiraz have been totally destroyed by this nectar. I have to honestly say that after their wine, all others in my mobile cellar tasted insipid as I forced myself through the remaining stocks. From the first glass it just blew me away. I’ve gone through the couple of bottles we picked up and we’re going for a drive to get some more today. Their mulled wine is going to have a delightful place on the Christmas table this year when we get home. Along with their Honey Mead, for something a little ancient and different. Wassail the wine!

Our next camp was a hop of only 21kms through Childers to Iron Ridge Park – my idea of what all caravan parks should be like. For the two weeks beforehand, we’d been camping on solar, and headed to Iron Ridge only for the power because the forecast was for a few days of solar-killing grey skies and rain. Despite the clouds eventually clearing, we kept extending our stay, to 9 days in all. The place was like a 5-star bush camp, owned by a couple who had done lots of travelling themselves and knew what they liked in a campsite. In a bushland setting with lots of trees, the sites were quite spread out from each other, with lots of space and a fire pit each. Free wood could be gathered from the bush in the wheelbarrows provided and we sat around a fire most nights. So it was like how we choose to camp, only with extras – like a concrete slab, toilets, showers, laundry, power and water. Not real hard to take at all. This was a good base for day trips into nearby Bundaberg and the beaches at Woodgate, Bargara, Innes Park and Elliott Heads.

Unfortunately, Di was a magnet for the midges and has been scratching like crazy for days. I read that midges are attracted to carbon dioxide, and my suggestion to try keeping her mouth closed and holding her breath wasn’t received in quite the same warm and caring manner that it was offered. Oh well, there go all my brownie points again…

AAAAAGH!! – Di (scratching)

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Scarborough – Widgee – Maryborough (Queensland)

28/07/17  Apartment living has many advantages. Parking space for a caravan isn’t one of them. So, to get it ready for the trip, we had a couple of days at the caravan park just up the road from home to clean the Kruiser and pack it up. Di’s LISTS came out, the gear went in and the dust came off. With every box ticked, we spent the second night in the van.

Given the long break at home, we had to recall some of those things we routinely did in the Kruiser that used to be second-nature. “Now, what was that inverter setting again?” Thank goodness I labelled everything when we first got the van or over time as we worked out how a particular something worked in it. There are labels everywhere, on the inside of cupboard doors and next to control switches, to assist with the vagaries of memory. Those little label makers are worth their weight in gold. But, pretty quickly we got into the swing of things (Read the labels!), headed out of the park and north to Marg McIntosh Reserve, a nice little free camp west of Gympie with a small creek on one side and horse paddocks over the back fence, two one-lane bridges from the small town of Widgee.

The Landy needed a little tweak so two days later we ended up in Gympie at Gold City Land Rovers for some TLC from Allan and the boys. The guys back home at MR Automotive were terrific for advice about what was happening, and shipped parts up overnight so they were there in Gympie first thing the following morning when we called in. When you’re travelling, it’s great to have reliable people you can call on when needed. By lunchtime, the re-tweaked Landy was heading on to Maryborough.

Both my parents’ families, the McFarlanes and Connells, have long roots in Maryborough going back to the mid-1800s. I’d been looking forward to spending a few days there doing some ancestry research and catching up with relatives. The local Family Heritage Society provided a wealth of information and we spent some time at the old cemetery where a few ancestors were buried, including my paternal great-grandparents, William and Martha McFarlane, who emigrated to Maryborough from Ireland in 1863. As this was their first landfall in Australia, they are considered to be among the group of Pioneers of Maryborough.

Maryborough is a lovely town with many original old homes and commercial buildings. The Maryborough I remember from my childhood is now relegated to being almost a satellite of Hervey Bay, the nearby community that has grown enormously since its sleepy beach village days. The quiet little beachside Hervey Bay where I spent most childhood Christmas holidays is long gone, overtaken by progress; developed and homogenised to now look like everywhere else. I guess that’s why Maryborough appeals to us. It’s been bypassed by the developers’ wrecking ball and retained its individuality and heritage.

Dundathu – Site of Dundathu Sawmill (Qld)

We caught up with my uncle who we hadn’t seen for quite some time, and afterwards went exploring to find the site of the Dundathu sawmill, just outside of Maryborough beside the Mary River. This was where great-grandfather William was employed as a sawyer after arriving in Australia. To the casual eye, nothing now remains at the site, having long ago reverted back to bushland, but with the aid of GPS coordinates, we were able to navigate to where the sawmill had existed and locate some signs of it in the bushscape.

Maryborough – Home of Maternal Grandparents (Qld)

We also visited the house of my maternal great-grandfather, and were delighted to meet the current owners who turned out to be my second-cousins. The house has remained in the family since 1916, and I have a wonderful photo of my mother as a young child sitting up with her parents and grandfather in a horse-drawn buggy outside this house, circa 1928.

Maryborough is a place we’ll definitely be coming back to. There is so much family history yet to be done.

When there is a very long road upon which there is a one-lane bridge placed at random, and there are only two cars on that road, it follows that: (1) the two cars are going in opposite directions; and (2) they will always meet at the bridge. – Murphy’s Law of the Open Road

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Bushman’s Rest, Lake Cullulleraine – Weethalle Showground – Narrabri – Scarborough (South Australia – Queensland)

23/12/16  Saying goodbye to our camping buddies Charles and Joy at World’s End Reserve, we followed the Goyder Highway east through rolling hills, golden fields of wheat and endless sheep pastures. The Murray River soon appeared on our right, and from the top of the Golden Limestone Cliffs, we looked out on the swollen river. Flood waters had breached the banks and spread out through the river red gums on the broad floodplain to the far cliffs. It was wonderful to see the mighty Murray so full and replenished by recent rains. There was a downside to the flooding, though. The many scenic bush camps dotted along the river were under all that floodwater.

Consequently we motored on, following the meandering river east and crossing it just beyond Renmark via the Paringa Bridge. This heritage listed bridge has a single railway line in the centre (now disused), with a narrow road lane on each side of it. A lift span allows river traffic to pass underneath. The road lane felt very tight for the Kruiser and we were glad it wasn’t any wider.

A little way down the road, we crossed into Victoria, intending to stay at a bush camp on the border. The Landy, though, was showing an outside temperature of 38C and rising, and we opted instead for a powered site. We spent the night beside Lake Cullulleraine at the Bushman’s Rest Caravan Park with the aircon keeping us cool and comfortable. The next morning was overcast with a forecast of rain. It was our wedding anniversary and we stayed on a second day beside the lake to celebrate.

img_3089Between the small towns of Goolgowi and Rankins Springs on the Mid Western Highway, we were happy to sit a long way back from a caravan that was travelling along at our pace. Suddenly, the van tilted and pulled over to the roadside, having lost a wheel. We stopped and gave them a hand to find the wandering wheel, got their details and went ahead to Rankins Springs to arrange a tow vehicle to get them into nearby Griffith where the broken wheel studs could be replaced. We were the first on hand to help them, and two other caravans pulled up to offer help as well. Aussies are a great bunch, quick to pitch in and do what they can when someone’s in trouble, especially for travellers on the side of the road.

That night, we camped in the showgrounds of the small town of Weethalle, among a group of rustic buildings facing a white-fenced trotting track sitting idle between infrequent race meetings. A local contact person was very helpful in opening up the facilities and making sure we were comfortable for the night.

From Lake Cullulleraine in upper Victoria, we had three big motoring days that took us home by Christmas Day, firstly 547kms to Weethalle in New South Wales, then 578kms to Narrabri where we stayed the night with Deb and Stu, and the final leg of 611kms to home. North of Narrabri, broad sheets of water lying in the paddocks and across the road at one point was evidence of recent rains. We’d crossed three State borders in four days to spend the festive day with family.

Since commencing in 2014, we’ve travelled 65,740kms with the van. Here are some facts about our overlanding to WA this year:


“Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me. I want people to know why I look this way. I’ve travelled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.” – The Landy 

The Landy

The Landy and Kruiser

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Bowra Wildlife Reserve (Queensland)

2/05/16  Continuing our journey west, we headed from St George to Cunnamulla where, after a quick fuel stop, we went on a little way northwest to Bowra Wildlife Reserve.

The former cattle station, purchased by the Australian Wildlife Conservation in 2010, now operates as a nature reserve and is a popular destination for birdwatchers. We’d no sooner set up camp next to a waterhole when we were descended upon by mobs of red and grey kangaroos coming for a drink and to feed on the green pick beside the water. They were constant visitors throughout our two day stay.

The reserve is staffed by volunteer caretakers who stay for a month at a time, and who are themselves expert twitchers. We were provided with a map of the reserve showing all the vehicle tracks and best birdwatching spots, and off we went. It was overcast for most of the two days. On their website, they mentioned problems if it rained, and on day two we discovered what they meant. We’d driven out to a spot called Saw Pit Waterhole and while there, a very light shower of rain came over. Heading back, what was a nice bush track coming in turned to ugly sticky mud that caked the Landy and filled the wheel arches. It’s somewhat disconcerting when you turn the steering wheel and you just keep heading straight. But also kind of fun. We made it back to camp with a very muddy vehicle, and decided it might not be wise to extend out stay at Bowra Wildlife Reserve as we’d been thinking, in case we couldn’t get out.

Remember what I previously said about plans? With the change in weather, we’ve changed our plan to head to Cameron Corner. The rain seems to have set in around the place and, beyond Thargomindah, most of the roads are unsealed. It might be just too much of a gamble, and caravanning in the mud is not my idea of fun. It’s a pity, but we can get out there another time.

Di enjoyed the couple of days’ birdwatching, and ticked off two birds from her Birds I Really Want To See list – Major Mitchell Cockatoo and Bourkes Parrot. She’d been chasing those two since we were in the Northern Territory last year and was very pleased to have seen them at last.

“I only go birdwatching during mating season. I’m a pornithologist.” – Bauvard

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St George (Queensland)

29/04/16  At Bowenville, I noticed that the Landy wasn’t charging the caravan as well as it should when we were travelling. Thinking that the alternator might be the problem, we headed 90kms back to Toowoomba to have it checked out by an auto electrician. Fortunately, it was just a faulty circuit breaker in the car and was quickly fixed. We stayed the night at Highfields with relatives, David and Suellen, and our niece Abby and husband Sam dropped by and shared some top spots from their recent camper trailer trip to WA. These will come in handy when we get over there.

Heading west from Toowoomba the next day, we took the Moonie Highway from Dalby and pushed on to St George. It was a long trip through uninteresting dry country and the final half of the road should be renamed “Pig Root” Highway after all the dips. St George is tucked in against the eastern bank of a sweeping bend in the Balonne River. Despite very dry conditions throughout the area, the river was a long, wide expanse of water, contained by a weir located a short distance downstream.


Adjacent to the weir was the spot where the explorer, Sir Thomas Mitchell, on his expedition into Queensland crossed what he named the Balonne River and made camp on St George’s Day in 1846. He called the natural rock crossing St George Bridge, from which the eventual town derived its name in 1862.


We also located the old Queenslander-style house overlooking the river where Di’s sister Deb and husband Stuart lived for a while.

IMG_1906We stayed for three relaxing days at St George’s Pelican Rest Tourist Park looking around the local points of interest, stocking up the pantry at the IGA, and generally reacquainting ourselves with the Kruiser. A lot gets quickly forgotten in four months. Routines began to be re-established as we settled back into our comfortable caravan life.

St George has a winery, too! We heard they make a bloody good Port, but turns out it’s actually way better than that…


Interesting fact about the Sir Thomas Mitchell: He is the last person in Australia to challenge anyone to a duel. In September 1851 when he was Surveyor General for NSW, Mitchell issued a challenge to Sir Stuart Alexander Donaldson because Donaldson had publicly criticised excessive spending by the Surveyor General’s Department. The duel took place in Sydney on 27 September with both duellists missing their marks. The French 50 calibre pistols used in the duel are in the collection of the National Museum of Australia.

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On the Road Again – Bowenville Reserve (Queensland)

25/04/16  We’d been home at Scarborough since mid-December and, with one thing and another, the intended short stay blew out to four months.


Much of the time was spent fixing things that have gone wrong at home while we’d been away. The battery in the other car had died and had to be replaced. Because it had sat unused since June 2014, the tyres developed flat spots that drove like the wheels were square. Have to admit I hadn’t thought of that problem in our pre-trip preparations. I fixed the seized garbage disposal, and a wonky shower tap. Outdoor furniture was re-oiled, the landline phone had gone on strike – the list went on and on. Things atropfy quickly through underuse.

It was great to catch up with family and friends again, but we quickly became restless for travel. Travelling offers challenges and freedom. Living in the Kruiser and seeing new places every day is addictive and has become the norm. Apartment life no longer completely satisfies us and we’ve been looking forward to once again being on the road.

Pondering what we’ve been doing for the past two years, I’ve come to realise that we haven’t just been “travelling” as we’ve always called it; we’ve been “overlanding”. We’ve travelled almost 40,000 kilometres across half the Australian continent and aim to cover as much of the remainder as possible. So I reckon the term “overlanding” better suits what we do. Overlanding is described as self-reliant adventure travel to remote destinations where the journey is the primary goal. I reckon that’s about right.

The Kruiser has been serviced, and we journeyed off again this morning on our fourth travel leg. The plan now is to first head to Cameron Corner, the point where the borders of Queensland, New South Wales and South Australia all meet. From there, we’ll journey down to Victoria and South Australia and then across to Western Australia. That’s about the extent of the planning so far, and you know what they say about plans…


“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain

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Homeward Bound (Multiple States)

15/12/15  We’d intended returning home to Redcliffe in March for a month or so to catch up with everyone, but decided instead recently to be back for Christmas after almost eight months travelling.

From McLaren Vale, we drove north to Peterborough via the M2 Expressway that took us through the heart of Adelaide. It seemed to be the most direct route and I expected it to be like Brisbane where expressways from south, north or west take you quickly across the city. But the M2 soon changed IMG_0818from a fast multi-lane expressway to a clogged dual lane urban road with lots of traffic lights and lots of city traffic that slowed us to a stop-start crawl. I’d commented previously on the poor state of the country roads in South Australia, and we now found that the ones in Adelaide are very ordinary as well. I came to call them “Hallelujah Roads” because I kept saying “Jesus Christ!!” as I drove along. I’ve come to really appreciate the good roads we have in Queensland after spending time in South Australia.

From the overnight stop at Peterborough, we travelled the next morning 300kms north-east on the Barrier Highway to Silverton, just out from Broken Hill. I wanted to see the Mad Max Museum but, as things go, it was closed the afternoon we arrived. We had lunch at the rustic Silverton Pub and looked around the ruins and standing buildings of the old mining town before setting up for the night at Penrose Park on the edge of town. We’d driven all that day through light drizzly rain and the rig was mucky brown where the diesel exhaust had stuck to the wet van and car. So, after setting up camp, we got stuck in to washing them down to a squeaky clean result.

Another early start the following day had us heading to Broken Hill for fuel and then east, still on the Barrier Highway, through Wilcannia to a free camp at Meadow Glen Rest Area, 50kms west of Cobar. It was a large bush area set back from the highway with a shady cover of pine trees. We were the only ones there apart from a few goats and a young forlorn looking black mickey bull in need of company, who stayed nearby all night.

The country we’d come through in the last two days was low and flat, with very sparse vegetation and, apart from lots and lots of feral goats on the side of the road or family groups of emus crossing from one side to the other, there wasn’t much of interest, so we had the music and podcasts cranked up.

On the plus side, the roads in north-west New South Wales were now so much better than those we came across in South Australia, and travelling became much more relaxed and a little quicker.

Feral Goats (NSW)

Feral Goats (NSW)

Native Australian fauna doesn’t mix well with moving motor vehicles. Lots of kangaroo and emu roadkill needed to be avoided as we travelled along, but interestingly we didn’t see one instance of a run-in between a goat and a vehicle. Goats seem to have enough smarts to move a little away from the roadside as you approach and don’t try to cross in front of you, unlike those crazy suicidal emus and kangaroos that have no road sense at all. In fact, goats seemed quite indifferent to our presence in their domain.

At one stage, we pulled in to a rest area for a cuppa and were greeted by a group of wild goats that had taken over the shade shelter and were standing up on the seats and tables. They’d made themselves quite at home and had even worked out how to operate the push tap on the side of the water tank to get a drink for themselves. While not at all bothered by our presence, they showed great interest in the biscuits we were eating.

From Meadow Glen Rest Area, we turned north at the nearby town of Cobar and went on through Bourke to overnight at Barringun near the Queensland border and south of Cunnamulla. To describe Barringun as a town would be much too generous. It comprises a small pub on one side of the road and on the other side, the Bush Tucker Inn roadhouse that we camped beside for the night. While setting up, we were greeted by the local welcoming committee – a Shetland pony that followed us around nibbling at our clothes, a couple of sheep that came over to check out the van before wandering off looking for grass, the biggest feral pig I’ve ever seen, and a couple of ravenous emus that just freaked us out. There’s something evil about an emu. Power was available at the Bush Tucker Inn, which was the reason we pulled in there. It was very hot and humid and, while we set up, the air-con was cranked up to the max. We then beat a hasty path across the road to the pub which offered a limited range of drinks from an esky in the room out back. All that mattered was that they were nice and cold. We had a couple of drinks and a chat with the bloke behind the bar who was the brother of the licensee and helping out there on weekends. In response to our question, he advised that the population of Barringun was seven, after counting through the residents of his side of the road and the other. It’s great how in country towns they know everyone by name.

Cunnamulla - "The Cunnamulla Fella"

Cunnamulla – “The Cunnamulla Fella”

The following morning, just north of Barringun on the Mitchell Highway, we crossed back into the Land of the Proper Coloured Rego Plates and went on to Cunnamulla, made a right-hand turn east on the Balonne Highway and on through Bollon to St George. That night was spent at the Pelican Rest Tourist Park. It had become way too hot to consider free camping, and we were more than happy to genuflect once again to the God of Air-conditioning and to also cool off in the park’s swimming pool. It can be a tough life pioneering around the West and you’ve got to get it when you can.

From St George, we followed the Moonie Highway through to Dalby, then the Warrego Highway east to Jondaryan where we’d intended overnighting at the Woolshed complex. But now being so close to home, we decided to push on all the way.

Crossing The Toowoomba Range - Nearly Home!

Crossing The Toowoomba Range – Nearly Home!

During our spur-of-the-moment return trip home, we had travelled through three States (South Australia, New South Wales, and Queensland) in four days, and through three time zones (6:00pm in SA is 6:30pm in NSW and 5:30pm in QLD). Which I guess means we got back the extra half hour that we aged when entering Northern Territory from Queensland back in July.…I don’t know, I’m starting to confuse myself now with the Maths but, still, would like to believe I’m feeling just that little bit younger. Anyway, the clocks have been reset, the jerry cans on the roof of the Land Rover are back to fading at their normal rate, and we’re home again…

“Travel does not exist without home….If we never return to the place we started, we would just be wandering, lost. Home is a reflecting surface, a place to measure our growth and enrich us after being infused with the outside world.” ― Josh Gates, Destination Truth: Memoirs of a Monster Hunter

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Camooweal (Queensland)

3/07/2015  We travelled south from Gregory Downs via the Gregory Downs Camooweal Road and then the Yelvertoft Road to meet up with the Barkly Highway and west to Camooweal. It was a total of 257kms and took well over four hours; quite a long driving stretch for us but an enjoyable one as we went through some very picturesque countryside and spinifex ridges along the way. About halfway, we stopped for a cuppa and quick leg stretch before heading on. The first 130kms of road from Gregory Downs was gravel that initially had a good smooth sandy surface but soon went to rough corrugated gibber rocks. The final stretch was on bitumen. Car speed was around 40-60kph on the gravel and 80-90kms on the bitumen as the tyre pressure was still set low for the gravel. Both car and caravan did very well, likewise driver and navigator. The Stone Stomper performed well and kept the van surprisingly clean with not too much dust.

We arrived in Camooweal around 2 o’clock and set up camp at the back of the Post Office Hotel Motel. It was nice to be on power and have cell/internet coverage after a couple of weeks in the Dark. We’re pretty frugal with our power use when we’re on solar, so there’s a feeling of decadence from being able to do things on power like quickly boil an electric kettle, leave as many lights on as you like, leisurely browse the Net and have a long hot shower that doesn’t come from your tank. We ended up staying for a few days to catch up on emails, Facebook, Facetime, (all the Faces) recharge all the trappings of technology, and wash a load of red dust off the car and van where it’d gotten into every nook and cranny. You forget that the rear wheel cover on the car is in fact black, and not red.

Camooweal has a population of 310 and is the most western town in Queensland. Just a 13km stone’s throw from the Northern Territory border, it declares itself the ‘Gateway to the Northern Territory and Queensland’.

On the eastern outskirts of town, the Camooweal Drovers Camp is housed in a large shed full of implements and artefacts from the region’s droving past. Camooweal was the droving capital of Australia back in the day. The centre is staffed and administered on a voluntary basis by veteran drovers, who come to Camooweal from where they now live all around the country to do a stretch at the centre. We were given a two-hour tour and talk by veteran drover, Tom Green, a really nice chap who took us through the history of the cattle industry in the northern parts of Australia, and shared some great yarns about what a cattle drive and a cattle camp were like back in the days before the road trains. We felt very privileged to share these experiences with these wiry, slow-talking veteran drovers whose hands and faces reflect a long life of work in the Outback. You can tell these guys were the real deal simply by their hats.

We particularly wanted to check out the sinkhole caves that have evolved over millions of years and are dotted around the area. So, one afternoon, we headed to the Camooweal Caves National Park just south of town. Unfortunately, the sink holes and caves aren’t accessible to visitors except experienced cavers with appropriate climbing gear and a permit, but we were able to view two large holes up close, the Great Nowranie Cave and Little Nowranie Cave, and only guess at what might be awaiting discovery down below. These caves are quite deep and unstable around the rim so we heeded the warning signs not to venture too close to the edge. Surrounding the large cave were numerous naturally bonsaied ficus trees that I checked out with much envy.

On the way out of the park, we pulled up at the Nowranie Waterhole, a very picturesque stretch of water bordered by ancient river gums, and a haven for birdlife. There was movement behind me and the serenity was cut by the whip-crack of the Canon’s shutter. And Di had bagged yet another scalp – first sighting of a Pacific (White-necked) Heron.

“I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places”. – Henny Youngman

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Gregory River Camp (Queensland)


29/06/2015  We spent another nine days at Gregory River after returning to it from Adels Grove. It was a terrific camp site, with a clear fast running stream, cloudless skies for solar, generator use if needed, lots of wood available just out of town for the camp fire, a historic pub just a short walk away, fuel at the pub, and clean toilets and showers across from the pub. Easy to see why people stay on for a while there.

Things were starting to get a bit desperate for us in terms of life’s necessities, though. Di was down to her last bottle of Sav Blanc, and I was looking at my last bottle of Coopers Pale Ale, my Shiraz having already run dry. Secondary to this, the drinking and general water tanks were getting very low as well. We hadn’t intended staying on that long, but departure was delayed because I’d pulled a muscle in my lower back and needed a few days for it to settle down before being abIMG_9877le to drive comfortably.

We could have taken on treated water up at the pub, but it would’ve been a hassle to move the van just for that and we may have lost our camp site to someone else in the process. So I broke out the draw hose I’d made last year before starting our travels, and set up the van to draw the beautiful clear water from the Gregory River into our drinking and general tanks. And it worked quite well. When the tanks were full, I left the intake hose in the river to give us long hot showers using river water drawn direct to the shower rather than from our tanks. This will be a good set up in our travels as we won’t necessarily be limited to our on-board water supplies and, if need be, can make use of any good creek water we come across.

The generator that we’d been carrying for twelve months got put to use for the first time. At Adels Grove, the van had been parked up in full shade and by the time we got back to the Gregory the batteries were pretty low. It didn’t take the genie long, though, to get the lithiums back up to full capacity. Ours is a big heavy Yamaha 2.4KVA generator, and may well have contributed to my back problems as it had to be lifted out of the storage pod. But aside from its weight, it was reasonably quiet and did a good job…and it’s big enough to power the aircon if necessary. Woohoo! (Yet to do that…)

During our layover at the Gregory, we had a rethink about our forward itinerary. Instead of heading into the Northern Territory to the north via the Savannah Way, we will instead go south to Camooweal and then wheel north at the Barkly Homestead Roadhouse to Cape Crawford and Borroloola. From there, we’ll access Lorella Springs and the Southern Lost City, and Limmen National Park. And should hopefully be able to dip a toe in the waters of the Gulf somewhere around there. The Gulf coastline is proving elusive.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” ― Anita Desai

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