Having left Drysdale Station at around 2 pm, evening sees us at Mt Barnett roadhouse at 4.45pm. We will stay tonight at Manning Gorge campground but first we must annoy the storekeepers who are trying to close up by buying supplies. I sample the coffee which is passable but Kaylee declares the machine dirty and... Continue Reading →
We spend the day at Munurru lazing by the creek, drinking tea, reading and writing. Our day is occasionally interrupted by people passing by to go to the river. Among them are three young Victorians who, we discover, have driven from the far side of the campground. We exchange comments about the failings of Gen... Continue Reading →
From the Gibb River, we easily reach Mitchell River in a day. Along the way the road gets progressively worse but we are still encountering nothing worse than corrugations and a few rocks, so have been making good time. Just before lunch we turn off the Kulumburu Road and onto the Mitchell River Road. It's... Continue Reading →
We leave El Questro. Three days is enough. While parts of the station are spectacular and it's a well run operation, albeit pretty understaffed, it feels too much like what it is - a mass tourist operation. Our next major stop is Mitchell River but we plan to stop over-night along the way. It is... Continue Reading →
Leaving Wyndham, it's a sealed road all the way to the El Questro turn off. El Questro describes itself as a wilderness. It's a dubious claim given it is still an active cattle station, leaving aside the tourist facilities. For many wilderness enthusiasts it is anything but wilderness but, no doubt, many Aboriginal people would... Continue Reading →
From Purnululu we head for Kununurra which will be our next rest day after Katherine. Our first stop, for fuel and refreshments is Warmun (formerly Turkey Creek). Here we meet, John, another intrepid cyclist. He is from New Zealand and is en route from Darwin to Perth. His wife has abandoned him for the trip... Continue Reading →
Purnululu has been on the bucket list of all four of us since the year dot. We turn off the road to Kununurra with a fair degree of anticipation. Rumour has it that the road is rough but in common with all the other allegedly bad roads it is, in fact, an easy run and... Continue Reading →
We are heading for Wolf Creek. Despite the film, we have been able to persuade Kaylee's children that we unlikely to suffer an early death as a result of the visit. Our final hours before leaving Halls Creek were filled with joy and redemption. Kaylee has given up on getting internet on her phone after... Continue Reading →
Having repaired our first puncture, we head for Halls Creek. It's a town that suffers from mixed reports but we find it a pleasant stop. Physically it is not particularly attractive but it clearly has a strong sense of community. It has a great caravan park with a toilets that are cleaner than the average... Continue Reading →
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