SUNDAY 11 JULY KARRATHA TO DEEP REACH MILLSTREAM NP 140kms
We left Karratha about 9.30am. This first pack up with a third person and their gear required a little trial and error. Will be faster, next time.
Topped up with fuel on the way out. Still at $1.08 cpl. We put about 10 litres in each of the jerry cans on the back of the van, so our possible movements would not be too constrained by fuel availability.
Drove out to the highway, along it for a little way, then picked up the railway road on its other side. This road was maintained by the company, for access to its rail line, for repairs, checking and the like. Given that there is no direct route through to Tom Price, it was used by company staff going to the mine.
The drive along the Hamersley Iron Road was different. The road was pretty reasonable – unsealed of course. There was not much traffic.
We saw one of the huge, long ore trains and the driver blew the whistle at us. I supposed travellers provided him with some variety in the otherwise back and forth journeying.
One section through some hills was a bit steep and winding – there were no guard rails or the like!
There were rain showers for some of the time, and we could see nasty looking dark cloud, with rain falling, in the distance.
Came to the place where two railways intersected. Ours ran from Tom Price to Dampier. The other from the mine at Robe River, to Cape Lambert, near Roeburn. That one went over the top of the one we were following on a flyover.
When the railway road intersected with the Roeburn Wittenoom road, we took the latter, which took us to a reasonable access road to Millstream National Park. This crossed the Fortescue River – dry at that point – on a long causeway, so we were then on its southern side.
At the entrance station to Crossing Pool, where I’d intended to camp, found it was now day use only, due to cyclone damage from “Monty” back in March.
So we continued on to the Deep Reach camp area. The track in there was very sloppy.
The camp area was fairly full, so there was not a great choice of sites in this fairly small area, but we found a good looking spot, backed up to the reeds and the Fortescue River, with a small patch of grass for M’s tent. The ground was fairly dry – it looked as if some campers had not long left. Maybe the approaching nasty looking weather had something to do with that?
The clouds were definitely threatening and it began to rain, lightly, so we set up very quickly. Then it teemed down. There was soon very slippery and sloppy red mud all round us.
Going to the toilet – some distance away – became tricky, and messy – mud, water, the risk of slipping over, even with walk sticks.
We’d arrived about 1.30pm. Spent the afternoon and evening all huddled in the van, damp and cold. With this experience of touring, M might just decide to defer her retirement plans!
John had to go to Truck and break out the generator and get it going – for the very first time – because there was virtually no solar input. He remembered how to do it and it started first time. So, buying it was now justified!
I wondered if the river would rise if the rain didn’t let up? That was not a comfortable thought!
Staying here cost the National Park camp fee – $5 each, per night.
An early night was in order. M paddled over to her little tent on its small island of grass.