SUNDAY 12 JULY HANN CROSSING CAMP
It was still cloudy in the morning, but with some lighter patches indicating it may fine up.
There are a lot of small, sticky, bush flies – due to yesterday’s showers, presumably. It feels a bit more humid.
Overnight, something stole the fish carcass that John was saving for his yabby net, plastic bag and all. From footprints about the place, a feral cat, we think.
This morning, there was a loud territorial dispute in the trees across the river, amongst a group of blue-wing kookaburras. They make an interesting and raucous variety of noises – very hard to describe, but sounds more like a malfunctioning motor mower than a bird!
I made pita breads, which were good to eat, but it took ages to cook 12 of them, in the camp oven! I need to allow at least an hour for that, in the future.
Our neighbours had left this morning, but later, people came to look at Camp 11 – they had not booked. As they were departing, they spotted a brown tree snake in a nearby tree (naturally!). It was moving around, fairly slowly, hunting.
Later in the day, a couple came and occupied Camp 11, but they stayed well away from us and our area.
After lunch, we went driving, back across the crossing, to Bizant, Blue Lagoon and Luma Luma Waterhole. Blue Lagoon was really pretty, but spoiled by massive feral pig damage around its edges, where the ground was damp enough to be a bit soft. I think they must have been after water lily roots. It looked just like a really wide strip had been machine ploughed all round. We are coming to some understanding of the huge and serious feral pig problem in these parts. They do major environmental damage, which impacts on native species. They breed so quickly. They are a host stage for a number of nasty mosquito borne illnesses, which, given the proximity of these parts to Asia – and its endemic afflictions – is a very frightening fact. It seems they roam the Cape in enormous numbers. They are such hideous looking pigs, too – big and black.
On the way to Luma Luma (which was a non-event, a very small water hole) we saw a large group, maybe 20, of Sarus Cranes and Brolgas, some dancing so gracefully, with wings extended. Then a number flew off – beautiful.
On the way back, saw a mob of pigs – mean looking!
We drove on past our site 12 and explored the riverside track as far as Camp 17. There are a number of rather rough and sandy crossings up that way and the far sites are gloomy and very isolated. I reckon that 11, 12 and 13 are the best options, by far.
I did some 4WD driving, on the way back – I have to get in practice!
It was dark by the time we got back to camp. Darkness happens so quickly up here.
We were not very hungry, after our late lunch, so I heated up a tin of baked beans and served it with some pita breads.
After tea, we packed the storage crates and the saucepan crate back into Truck, to try to improve the morning’s packing time. We have a longer drive ahead of us tomorrow. We thought about what things would need to be readily accessible, in the back of Truck, for just an overnight stop at Coen, so we would not have to do a full unpack. We will adjust tomorrow’s packing accordingly. The tents, camp bedding and our clothes and personal gear all travel packed in the backseat area, so these are easy to get at, anyway.
John showered again.
There was a full moon visible again tonight – not enough cloud to cover it.
We wandered down to the river bank and shone the powerful torch on the water. Think we spotted a few sets of red eyes, but not totally sure. The theory is that you count the number of red eyes, divide by two – and that is the number of crocodiles that are watching you!
I have enjoyed our two camps here in Lakefield National Park, but am quite ready to move on and explore some more new country.