Saturday, July 28, 2012
editorial apology
sorry that the following fact was omitted from yesterday's blog entry
How could I fail to mention that Gavin produces the handkerchief every morning to wipe over the i-thing screen as he is mounting it on the dash to map the days route. Throughout the day the handkerchief is often used to clean greasy finger marks, red dust, and sometimes even food from the very important gadget.
Friday, July 27, 2012
THE HANKY
Joseph may have had a technicolour dreamcoat, but Gavin has his trusty handkerchief. Many of you who have camped with us before are already aware of the ways in which this 20x20cm piece of material is mastered - around the campfire, when working on the vehicle, and for personal hygeine (more hand wiping than nose blowing though).
Throughout this trip Gavin's handkerchief has come into its own. Sparking many stories, some of which I'd like to share with you now...
Day 1 - Driving down the Hume Hwy we decided to tell the kids the sad news that we had taken Mulder to the vets for the last time the previous day. (They were still under the illusion that he was at Mick and Sarah's being doggysat.) At 15 years old, and with a few accidents around the house, we thought it was time to say goodbye to our beloved border collie. Having heard the news a very distressed Jacinta was crying uncontrollably in the back seat. Travelling at 100kmph all Gavin could do was offer her his handkerchief, assuring her that it was clean.
In the High Country the boys had to do a bit of maintenance on the camper. A broken strut had to be reaffixed, requiring some drilling and rescrewing. The handkerchief has frequently sighted wiping over greasy parts and holding sharp objects.
One evening in the Grampians Susan was up to her seventh cup of tea for the day. Gavin being the gentleman had put a billy on the fire and had offered to pour the lineup of cuppas on the ground next to the fire. Gavin pulls out his handkerchief to pick up the hot billy. Susan shreiks "What are you doing Gavin?" "It's OK", he says, "It's clean."
One cool evening in Alice Springs Gavin actually used his handkerchief to blow his nose. I went into panic mode, dreading that this may be the start of a bad case of man flu.
There was a few cool mornings around Ayres Rock and with our hot bodies in the car for early departures, the handkerchief was often used to demist the windscreen before the airconditioning kicked in.
We arrived in Kakadu at the end of the wet season. There was still a lot of water around the billabongs and a lot of mosquitos. There were millions, and big ones too. Having survived the packing up of camp one morning, we escaped into the sanctuary of the enclosed car. Rushing in and closing the doors, several of the buggers managed to follow us in too. As they flew past the driver's side, Gavin attempted to squash them against the windscreen with his handkerchief. The ensuing mess of mozzies and blood being smeared across the glass was reminiscent of the Blues Brothers trying to wash the oil off their windshield.
We have had fine sunny weather since Darwin, so our sunglasses have been a premanent fixture on our faces for the past 2 months. Initially Gavin would wipe his with his handkerchief each morning in an attempt to clean them, then pass them over to me when the handkerchief has proven unsuccessful. Now he just passes them over to me to clean.
For a few days in the Top End Jacinta was getting the sniffles. On a particular day that we were driving her tissue box had been packed in the back, on the other side of the cargo barrier. When the sniffles got too annoying in the front seat, Gavin offered her his handkerchief. I looked back to see her turning up her nose and shaking her head and she said "no thanks". Gavin said "take it, it's clean".
Since turning 10 we have had trouble keeping the food volume up to Hugh. He is often having the biggest serve of dinner, and when he's done still asks for an apple or something. However, there is still a small issue of the amount of food that drips onto his cheeks and chin (then wiped onto his shirt). During our Ord River boat cruise we enjoyed some afternoon tea of scones and jam, cake, etc. On the journey home the kids had to help pilot the boat. Before Gavin proceeded to take photos of the new helmsman, he took out his handkerchief and with a bit of spit cleaned Hughie's face.
We stayed at a few farmstays along the Gibb River Rd. One particularly nice place was Home Valley Station. Jacinta was engrossed in telling us some story and Hugh was right up close listening intently. All of a sudden her hands start flapping as the story gets exciting. Hugh is too close and gets wacked in the mouth. All made worse by the fact that he has a coldsore scab the size of a cornflake on his top lip. He's down - injured - bleeding profusly. I ran to the car thinking: tissue, no it'll stick to the wound; facewasher, no it's packed in the camper. As I open the car door I see Gav's screwed up handkerchief sitting on the centre console. "I hope it's clean" I say, as I press it onto Hugh's bloody lip.
Joseph may have had a technicolour dreamcoat, but Gavin has his trusty handkerchief. Many of you who have camped with us before are already aware of the ways in which this 20x20cm piece of material is mastered - around the campfire, when working on the vehicle, and for personal hygeine (more hand wiping than nose blowing though).
Throughout this trip Gavin's handkerchief has come into its own. Sparking many stories, some of which I'd like to share with you now...
Day 1 - Driving down the Hume Hwy we decided to tell the kids the sad news that we had taken Mulder to the vets for the last time the previous day. (They were still under the illusion that he was at Mick and Sarah's being doggysat.) At 15 years old, and with a few accidents around the house, we thought it was time to say goodbye to our beloved border collie. Having heard the news a very distressed Jacinta was crying uncontrollably in the back seat. Travelling at 100kmph all Gavin could do was offer her his handkerchief, assuring her that it was clean.
In the High Country the boys had to do a bit of maintenance on the camper. A broken strut had to be reaffixed, requiring some drilling and rescrewing. The handkerchief has frequently sighted wiping over greasy parts and holding sharp objects.
One evening in the Grampians Susan was up to her seventh cup of tea for the day. Gavin being the gentleman had put a billy on the fire and had offered to pour the lineup of cuppas on the ground next to the fire. Gavin pulls out his handkerchief to pick up the hot billy. Susan shreiks "What are you doing Gavin?" "It's OK", he says, "It's clean."
One cool evening in Alice Springs Gavin actually used his handkerchief to blow his nose. I went into panic mode, dreading that this may be the start of a bad case of man flu.
There was a few cool mornings around Ayres Rock and with our hot bodies in the car for early departures, the handkerchief was often used to demist the windscreen before the airconditioning kicked in.
We arrived in Kakadu at the end of the wet season. There was still a lot of water around the billabongs and a lot of mosquitos. There were millions, and big ones too. Having survived the packing up of camp one morning, we escaped into the sanctuary of the enclosed car. Rushing in and closing the doors, several of the buggers managed to follow us in too. As they flew past the driver's side, Gavin attempted to squash them against the windscreen with his handkerchief. The ensuing mess of mozzies and blood being smeared across the glass was reminiscent of the Blues Brothers trying to wash the oil off their windshield.
We have had fine sunny weather since Darwin, so our sunglasses have been a premanent fixture on our faces for the past 2 months. Initially Gavin would wipe his with his handkerchief each morning in an attempt to clean them, then pass them over to me when the handkerchief has proven unsuccessful. Now he just passes them over to me to clean.
For a few days in the Top End Jacinta was getting the sniffles. On a particular day that we were driving her tissue box had been packed in the back, on the other side of the cargo barrier. When the sniffles got too annoying in the front seat, Gavin offered her his handkerchief. I looked back to see her turning up her nose and shaking her head and she said "no thanks". Gavin said "take it, it's clean".
Since turning 10 we have had trouble keeping the food volume up to Hugh. He is often having the biggest serve of dinner, and when he's done still asks for an apple or something. However, there is still a small issue of the amount of food that drips onto his cheeks and chin (then wiped onto his shirt). During our Ord River boat cruise we enjoyed some afternoon tea of scones and jam, cake, etc. On the journey home the kids had to help pilot the boat. Before Gavin proceeded to take photos of the new helmsman, he took out his handkerchief and with a bit of spit cleaned Hughie's face.
We stayed at a few farmstays along the Gibb River Rd. One particularly nice place was Home Valley Station. Jacinta was engrossed in telling us some story and Hugh was right up close listening intently. All of a sudden her hands start flapping as the story gets exciting. Hugh is too close and gets wacked in the mouth. All made worse by the fact that he has a coldsore scab the size of a cornflake on his top lip. He's down - injured - bleeding profusly. I ran to the car thinking: tissue, no it'll stick to the wound; facewasher, no it's packed in the camper. As I open the car door I see Gav's screwed up handkerchief sitting on the centre console. "I hope it's clean" I say, as I press it onto Hugh's bloody lip.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Wild flowers around the Bungle Bungle area
Jacinta & Hugh at the end of Echnidna Gorge - Bungle Bungles. This gorge gradually got narrower and narrower as you walked up it. Walls are about 100M high on each side at this point.
Late afternoon sun at Bungle Bungles
The famous 'bee hive' formations of the Bungle Bungles. Interestingly, these only form a very small part of the National Park. Black horizontal stripes are caused by an alge that grows on the rocks.
Janaet admires beehive formations
The kids and I took a helicoptor fight over the Bungle Bungles. Janet elected to keep her feet firmly on the ground.
Some shots from the sunset viewing platform at the Bungle Bungles
On the Gibb River Road (GRR). We have just crossed the Pentecoust River. This river gets around 10M deep and several kilometers wide during the wet season. Note Cockburn Range in the background. This would have to be one of the most photograhed spots along the GRR
Turn off to El Questro station from the GRR. We spent a few nights here, but found it a bit too crowded for our liking.
Hugh and myself admire Emma Gorge, part of El Questro station. Water was freezing here!!
Hugh & Jacinta soak up the rays and recover after our walk up to the El Questro lookout (In reality, the walk was only about 20m from the car, but they must of had a late night........or Janet mentioned something about schoolwork??)
The Cockburn Ranges at sunset. Taken from Home Valley Station (much nicer then El Questro)
Not again!! - So far we have had 5 flat tyres on this trip, across several different makes. Not realy sure whats going on. This BFG was less then 1000km old, and had already been repaired once before. Completly stuffed this time with sidewall damage. Fortuantly, the rim is OK.
Some sunset shots taken at McGowens Island (not really and island), about 30kms north of Kulumbaru, and about 300kms North of the GRR. Would have to be one of the roughest tracks we have ever been up. 300kms of corragations, rocks and washouts. We saw numerous damaged vehicles on this road, including, Prado rolled and into tree at speed. Both passengers air lifted by RFDS. several camper trailers with broken springs, sheared stub axles or broken draw bars. Two camper trailers (including one Ultimate) burnt to the ground. Numerous shock absorber failures on both vehicles and campers. This road really charges a high admission price. Luckily, we only suffered a single flat tyre on this section (Oh, and nealy ran out of fuel - read Janets bit).
So was it worth going up there? Absolutly. Would we go again? In a heartbeat. Beautiful country side, and some amazing fishing.
This Spanish Mackeral kept us all fed for several nights!!
Jacinta with one of dozens of oysters she peeled from the rocks. She was eating these for breakfast!!
Hugh with a few of the fish he caught from Waynes boat.
They were trying to fix the roads, but some government department had only given them some money to replace the culverts at the creek crossings. Problem is, they have done this every year for the last 10 years, and every wet season, the floods wash it all away again!! The locals are sick and tired of money being thrown at the wrong areas. They would much rather fix the actual road then have to repair the same little areas each year.
Swimming at mitchell Falls. Fantastic spot!
We walked up to Mitchell Falls, but elected to take the helicopter 'taxi' back to the carpark. Walk took about 2 hours (32 degrees) and about 2 minutes in the helicopter. Fantastic view of the falls though.
Two photos below are of walking trail river crossing and swimming at Manning Gorge along the GRR.
Swimming at Bell Gorge
Kids at Bell Gorge, along the GRR
Windjana Gorge, near Tunnel Creek, GRR
Kids get a close up look of a freshie, Windjana Gorge.
Tunnel Creek. The river flows underground and can be followed for about 700mts. Half way along, the roof has colapsed in. This is what is letting in the light in this photo.
On the sea-plane flight out to the Horizontal Falls, Hugh was in the co pilots seat and got a chance to take the controls for a while. No crash landings thankfully!!
Ariel shot of the Horizontal falls. These cuttings are only about 7 meters wide. Tidal fluctuations of around 11 meters mean that the water cannot transition from one section to the other quickly enough. This menas there is a water level difference of several meters each side of the cuttings, creating an effect of a waterfall, or large rapids.
The sea-plane lands at a large pontoon, where we disembark the sea-plane and get the opportunity to swim in a shark cage, have lunch, sunbake etc. Also board the small boats to take us through the Horizontal Falls
Boarding the boat for the trip out ot the falls. 2x 300HP engines on the back!!
View of the falls from the back of the boat. The water really flies through here. Water depth at this point is over 40m........As tall as a 12 story building!!
Ariel view of the islands on the flight back to Derby
Photos of the sunset over the jetty at Derby. We had dinner at a little restauraunt here, and got some awsome photos.
Night photo of the Derby jetty
We are having a morning off.
The kids are doing some homework, now that school holidays have finished.
Gavin is down at the tyre shop with Wayne.
So I thought I'd write a quick few lines, before we head down to Cable Beach for the arvo.
The kids have been working hard on the holiday. They have become very proficient at putting up their tent, setting up stretchers and making beds. Both are involved with dinner, Jacinta usually does some food prep and Hugh helps with drying dishes.
Even when we are on paid tours, they get roped in to doing some of the chores. Both kids had to help drive the boat on our Ord River cruise, and Hugh had to fly the seaplane on the way out to the Horizontal Falls the other day. No wonder they are always too exhausted to do any schoolwork.
The reason that Gavin is at the tyre shop could be attributed to our 5 flat tyres so far. Not too bad for 16,000km I suppose. (Wayne has only had 3). We had 2 dodgey tyre repairs done at Kununurra. These tyres deflated within minutes of being put on the car when crossing the Gibb River Rd. So I guess we've only actually had 3 flats.
As I'm writing this I can hear James saying "gez mate, what pressures are you running?" and even louder in my other ear I can hear Darren saying " bloody hell Gav, how fast were you going?"
So between all the new tyres for the car and new thongs for the kids, I have invested many dollars in the Chinese rubber industries. I may well be one of their major stock holders at the moment.
The kids have been working hard on the holiday. They have become very proficient at putting up their tent, setting up stretchers and making beds. Both are involved with dinner, Jacinta usually does some food prep and Hugh helps with drying dishes.
Even when we are on paid tours, they get roped in to doing some of the chores. Both kids had to help drive the boat on our Ord River cruise, and Hugh had to fly the seaplane on the way out to the Horizontal Falls the other day. No wonder they are always too exhausted to do any schoolwork.
The reason that Gavin is at the tyre shop could be attributed to our 5 flat tyres so far. Not too bad for 16,000km I suppose. (Wayne has only had 3). We had 2 dodgey tyre repairs done at Kununurra. These tyres deflated within minutes of being put on the car when crossing the Gibb River Rd. So I guess we've only actually had 3 flats.
As I'm writing this I can hear James saying "gez mate, what pressures are you running?" and even louder in my other ear I can hear Darren saying " bloody hell Gav, how fast were you going?"
So between all the new tyres for the car and new thongs for the kids, I have invested many dollars in the Chinese rubber industries. I may well be one of their major stock holders at the moment.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
RED LIGHT
Having spent a great day in at the Mitchell Falls, including bushwalking, swimming and a helicopter flight; it was decided that we would head down to Drysdale River Station to camp that night.
We knew it was a rough 4WD track 88km back to the Kalumburu Rd, then a further 101km down a corrugated road to the station. It was only 1pm, so time wasn't a problem. We knew the road well as we had travelled north along it only a week before heading towards our fishing spot at McGowans Island.
As we left camp we passed a tour bus trailer drawbar, then 200m down the road was the large covered trailer. Oh well, nothing for us to do, so we travel on. Sometimes wondering if the Prado that we saw crashed into a tree on the way up had been recovered yet? And also if we would see the burnt out trailer on the side of the road that everyone is talking about?
Passing Doongen Station was a beautiful sight. Thousands of hectares of rocky barron cattle property, but the homestead is nestled amongst a eucalypt woodland with a dense fan palm understorey. Very picturesque.
Then Gav notices a red light on in the dash - the empty fuel light has come on.
The kids were playing something very important on the i-thing, but were quickly flicking the screen to the GPS page. Knowing we had just passed Doongen, Jacinta looks at the map and informs us that we still have 37km to go. There is fuel and accommodation at Drysdale - we have to get there.
Gavin goes into panic mode. Worrying about something that was avoidable. Only a few nights before around the campfire he had mentioned that we needed to top up with fuel at Kalumburu in order to make it to Drysdale. BUT we were distracted at Kalumburu as Gavin had to go to the clinic and have a fish spike removed from his finger under local anaesthetic, then we looked through the Mission museum and had a local aboriginal show us around the plane wrecks at the airport (a result of a WWII japanese attack).
Gavin, still worrying, starts to drive cautiously. He is watching the revs in and out of floodway crossings. I'm watching the clock, knowing that we can only buy fuel at the station til 5pm. Luckily Wayne and Belinda are following us, aware of the problem via radio contact, and able to help us by syphoning out some of the fuel from their long-range tanks if necessary. THEN Jacinta recalculates our distance - "oh yeah, then it's another 2km up the driveway at Drysdale."
It was probably the longest, quietest hour in the car for the past 3 months. Too bumpy and noisy to listen to any music - even Coldplay was put on hold for the many days on this road.
Oh look, out to the right. It's that burnt out camper sitting up in the bush. A few minutes later ... oh look, someone's been and collected that Prado that had crashed.
We are getting closer, we pass the 5km sign, it is about 10 minutes to 5. THEN Jacinta reminds us that there will be 2 gates along the driveway that we will need to open and close. I offer to open the first gate, let them through, and walk up the driveway if it saves them stopping for a minute.
Thinking of the Seinfeld episode when Kramer and the car salesman drive with the warning light on - just to see how far it will go. I'm looking around thinking how remote we are, but at least we are towing our house with the required food and beds if needed for a roadside stop.
We get to the turn off. Another car is at the gate. We let them open it, give a friendly wave, and drive through overtaking them. We are within 2km. If we stop now it will be Gavin I tell to get the empty jerry can off the roof and walk up to the bowser - quickly. We get to the second gate, another car is leaving, so when they open the gate we give another friendly wave and drive through.
Straight up the the bowser AND WE PUT IN 122 LITRES (apparently we have a 130 L capacity, so there was never any problem anyway).
Having spent a great day in at the Mitchell Falls, including bushwalking, swimming and a helicopter flight; it was decided that we would head down to Drysdale River Station to camp that night.
We knew it was a rough 4WD track 88km back to the Kalumburu Rd, then a further 101km down a corrugated road to the station. It was only 1pm, so time wasn't a problem. We knew the road well as we had travelled north along it only a week before heading towards our fishing spot at McGowans Island.
As we left camp we passed a tour bus trailer drawbar, then 200m down the road was the large covered trailer. Oh well, nothing for us to do, so we travel on. Sometimes wondering if the Prado that we saw crashed into a tree on the way up had been recovered yet? And also if we would see the burnt out trailer on the side of the road that everyone is talking about?
Passing Doongen Station was a beautiful sight. Thousands of hectares of rocky barron cattle property, but the homestead is nestled amongst a eucalypt woodland with a dense fan palm understorey. Very picturesque.
Then Gav notices a red light on in the dash - the empty fuel light has come on.
The kids were playing something very important on the i-thing, but were quickly flicking the screen to the GPS page. Knowing we had just passed Doongen, Jacinta looks at the map and informs us that we still have 37km to go. There is fuel and accommodation at Drysdale - we have to get there.
Gavin goes into panic mode. Worrying about something that was avoidable. Only a few nights before around the campfire he had mentioned that we needed to top up with fuel at Kalumburu in order to make it to Drysdale. BUT we were distracted at Kalumburu as Gavin had to go to the clinic and have a fish spike removed from his finger under local anaesthetic, then we looked through the Mission museum and had a local aboriginal show us around the plane wrecks at the airport (a result of a WWII japanese attack).
Gavin, still worrying, starts to drive cautiously. He is watching the revs in and out of floodway crossings. I'm watching the clock, knowing that we can only buy fuel at the station til 5pm. Luckily Wayne and Belinda are following us, aware of the problem via radio contact, and able to help us by syphoning out some of the fuel from their long-range tanks if necessary. THEN Jacinta recalculates our distance - "oh yeah, then it's another 2km up the driveway at Drysdale."
It was probably the longest, quietest hour in the car for the past 3 months. Too bumpy and noisy to listen to any music - even Coldplay was put on hold for the many days on this road.
Oh look, out to the right. It's that burnt out camper sitting up in the bush. A few minutes later ... oh look, someone's been and collected that Prado that had crashed.
We are getting closer, we pass the 5km sign, it is about 10 minutes to 5. THEN Jacinta reminds us that there will be 2 gates along the driveway that we will need to open and close. I offer to open the first gate, let them through, and walk up the driveway if it saves them stopping for a minute.
Thinking of the Seinfeld episode when Kramer and the car salesman drive with the warning light on - just to see how far it will go. I'm looking around thinking how remote we are, but at least we are towing our house with the required food and beds if needed for a roadside stop.
We get to the turn off. Another car is at the gate. We let them open it, give a friendly wave, and drive through overtaking them. We are within 2km. If we stop now it will be Gavin I tell to get the empty jerry can off the roof and walk up to the bowser - quickly. We get to the second gate, another car is leaving, so when they open the gate we give another friendly wave and drive through.
Straight up the the bowser AND WE PUT IN 122 LITRES (apparently we have a 130 L capacity, so there was never any problem anyway).
We have just come in from a day out at the Horizontal Falls.
Jacinta and I are a bit ill from the bumpy ride home on the sea plane.
Hugh is a bit full having eaten 2 barramundi burgers for lunch.
And Gavin is a bit excited because they got to have 2 rides on the jet boat through the Horizontal Falls (I waited on the pontoon for their return, and had a relaxing swim in the shark proof cage).
We arrived in Derby yesterday, after a bumpy ride along the Gibb River Rd. No major problems to report, and more great gorges and swimming holes were enjoyed.
Mitchell Falls were marvelous, and although the walk in wasn't too strenuous, we caught a helicopter back to camp - taking in the wonderful view of the surrounding falls and gorges too.
We drove up to Kalumburu in the northern Kimberly and camped on the beach. The result being a lot of fishing done, and a lot of fresh fish eaten - mainly red snapper.
Hugh enjoyed fishing amongst the sharks, until one nearly jumped in the boat.
Jacinta enjoyed walking around the rocks eating fresh oysters. I think she had half a dozen natural for breakfast one day.
The local mud crabs races are on Saturday, then we are off to Broome. Will see if the husband will buy me a pretty pearl?
Jacinta and I are a bit ill from the bumpy ride home on the sea plane.
Hugh is a bit full having eaten 2 barramundi burgers for lunch.
And Gavin is a bit excited because they got to have 2 rides on the jet boat through the Horizontal Falls (I waited on the pontoon for their return, and had a relaxing swim in the shark proof cage).
We arrived in Derby yesterday, after a bumpy ride along the Gibb River Rd. No major problems to report, and more great gorges and swimming holes were enjoyed.
Mitchell Falls were marvelous, and although the walk in wasn't too strenuous, we caught a helicopter back to camp - taking in the wonderful view of the surrounding falls and gorges too.
We drove up to Kalumburu in the northern Kimberly and camped on the beach. The result being a lot of fishing done, and a lot of fresh fish eaten - mainly red snapper.
Hugh enjoyed fishing amongst the sharks, until one nearly jumped in the boat.
Jacinta enjoyed walking around the rocks eating fresh oysters. I think she had half a dozen natural for breakfast one day.
The local mud crabs races are on Saturday, then we are off to Broome. Will see if the husband will buy me a pretty pearl?
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Some of the fish caught at Coburg Peninsula:
River crossing at Coburg Peninsula
Driving through Arnam land
Shady camp (Mary River) sunrise
Kids with Aboriginal artist at Onepelli (Arnam land)
Cahills Crossing. Tidal crossing that can only be crossed at low tide. At high tide this crossing is covered with almost 2M of water, and is flowing very fast!! This is the main crossing between Kakadu and Arnam land
Jacinta at Ubirr lookout. This is where a scene from Crocodile Dundee was filmed. Arnam land in background (mountains)
Kakadu artwork
Base of Jim Jim falls. We lucked out and managed to get in there the first day it was open after the wet.
Jim Jim falls
Natural 'infinity pool' at Gunlom falls. We camped at the base of these falls and were able to walk up the steep path to the rockpools at the top. Behind us is a 150M drop into the plunge pool below. Janet wouldn't go near it!!
Rockpools at top of Gunlom falls. Great swimming in lovely warm water.
Gunlom falls. Infinity pool at top.
Cinta dressed for 7 course 'Mud Crab' dinner at Crab Claw Island
Hugh dressed for 7 course 'Mud Crab' dinner at Crab Claw Island
The main ingediant of the first course!!
Ingrediants for courses 2 through 7!!
There's fish out these somewhere.......
View from our campground at Crab Claw Island.
Sandy Creek falls in Litchfield National Park. This is the pool where my car keys went for a swim!
Litchfield falls (I foget the name), but pretty spekkie!
Florence falls, Litchfield
Florence falls, Litchfield
Florence falls, Litchfield
Buley Rockpool in Litchfield. Best swimming hole by a long shot in Litchfield
Despite numerous attempts by diving in, I couldn't touch the bottom of this plunge pool at Buley Rockpool. Here the kids and I practise our sycnronised 'bombing'
Giant termite mound, Litchfield
Highie decided to gather some firewood, and insisted on putting on his 'safety' gear (note he is wearing gloves)
Gregory National Park (near NT / WA border)
Edith Falls, near Kathrine
Janet at Calcite Falls. White area in center of photo is a dry waterfall with calcium deposit, giving the illusion of a flowing waterfall. Gregory National Park
Giant Boab tree, Gregory National Park
River crossing, Gregory National Park
River crossing, Gregory National Park
Kids enjoying the Zebra Rock Mine, near Lake Argyle, WA
Freshwater croc on Lake Argyle cruise
Lake Argyle cruise vista
Sunset on Lake Argyle
View from Zebra Rock Mine. Lake Argyle in distance
The rig near Lake Argyle
Hugh and Toli (new best friend) discuss how to use binoculars
Wetland birdlife
Wetland birdlife
At least we don't have to worry about a cyclone!!
Giant croc at Wyndham
Magnificant view from the '5 river lookout', Wyndham
Sunset on Ord River
Sunset cruise, Ord River
Jacinta pilots the boat on the cruise, much to the horrer of the 'oldies' on the cruise.
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