This Adventurous Age

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2003 Travels September 18-September 20


We alternated activity between relaxing at the lovely camp site, in the heat, and exploring some of the property, using a mud map that O had given us. He was busy providing activities and guiding his group of paying guests – who arrived in their private plane.

We drove ourselves back to the wetlands. Lake Crocodyllus was a large, lake-like area, with extensive stands of dead trees standing in the water. It had quite a surreal atmosphere. It was quite extensive, and there were lots of water birds using it.

Followed a track from that wetland lake, further around to Jabiru Billabong, which was very different in character, being edged by reeds and green growth, whereas the previous lake was edged by dried mud and quite open by comparison.

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The white in background trees were egrets

O had told us that earlier in the year, a friend of his had set up a portable sawmill and milled some of the local timber. He’d taken what he wanted, along with his mill, but had left some for O. We went to the area, beside the track in, where the mill had been. There were still some lengths of ironwood left there that John wanted to have a look at. He collected a couple of pieces to take home with us.

Another driving exploration took us to the limestone area where the springs started that fed the safari camp creek. These were evident by stands of vivid green pandanus, contrasting with the brown dryness of the surrounding area.

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Pandanus and different trees mark where springs emerge

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Little creek formed from nearby springs

We’d been told of spectacular caves below, in the limestone, and we were able to locate the entry to one of these. But there was no way either of us was venturing down into the narrow cleft, to explore same.

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Entrance to one of the caves – just a hole in the ground

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Another cave entry point

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These trees are usually found at cave entrances – more moisture?

There were areas of old stromatolite formations there, too. Until now, all I’d known about these were that the ones at Hamelin Pool, in WA, were regarded as living fossils. I’d rather assumed that they were unique there. So I was surprised when O told us that there were several places on Pungalina where stromatolites occurred as rock like formations. At one stage, way back in time, when this area had been under water – hence the formation of limestone – these had been living stromatolites. Their formation was due to the activity of certain types of bacteria and they are regarded as the earliest fossil evidence of life on earth. Wow!

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Fossilized stromatolites

Having seen the living ones at Shark Bay, I could relate these to the strange rock shapes we saw near the cave entrances. This was yet another way in which it was becoming apparent that this place really was quite unusual and interesting.

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Most of the tracks we followed to these various features were just wheel tracks through the dry grass. Crawling speed was the norm. John topped up our fuel with the 25 litre jerry can we’d brought with us.

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A good section of a Pungalina track!

We found the large water hole on Karns Creek, called Croc Hole. This was notable for a huge old fig tree, and where O had a boat parked for use with his guests.

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Huge old cluster fig tree

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Cluster figs

As I was wandering around that area, I was startled to come face to face with a Barking Owl, just sitting on a branch, at my eye height, watching me. He stayed there, not seeming at all disturbed by our presence. There were Barking Owls around our camp, too. We would sit, in the late afternoon, and “talk” to them – making yapping noises – and they would answer back!

There were oars with the boat and we went for a short trip on the water hole in the boat – with John rowing.

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Boating on Karns Creek at Croc Hole

Domestic chores around camp took time – just our basic cooking and cleaning up. I did some clothes washing – by hand – one morning, using water heated on our campfire.

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Doing the washing

John caught lots of red claw yabbies in the net he kept in the creek near camp. We made a couple of meals from these. Very yummy – but they were also very rich. (Note: at the time, in our ignorance, we thought they were red claw yabbies. Later found out that some were cherabin)

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One afternoon, we went to the safari camp – invitation from O – to meet the guests and see again how the operation worked. We stayed for dinner with them – roast beef again. They were a group of doctors and wives, from Melbourne. They seemed to be very satisfied with their experience, to date, and most impressed with the features the property had to offer. Again, we helped with the clean up after dinner, while O and his guests sat out by the campfire.

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Safari Camp creek

It was always hot and not conducive to doing much. We’d had to push ourselves a bit to go out and do the exploring.

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We spent a lot of time just sitting by the creek. We read a lot. John fished, some of the time, using a hand reel.

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One afternoon, while we were thus relaxing, we were visited by a large water monitor. It just strolled casually across, right in front of our feet.

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Just passing by!

One afternoon, John got a bite on his fishing line, from something big that pulled the whole line and reel into the water. He called me to help retrieve it, by “just” stepping into the shallows there, between the pandanus clumps. Right! The supposed shallows turned out to be chest deep and down I went. John thought it was hilarious. I scrambled to get out again, fast – I did not want to tangle with whatever had taken the line!

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And down I went – in there!

Most afternoons we had a float about in the open section of our creek – to get cool, mostly. Clean was incidental. The little fish always found us to have their nibble on our feet – a tickling sensation, mainly.

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2003 Travels September 17


Today we packed up camp, to move to a new area. O assured us this – Squeaky Trees Camp  – was much nicer.

From his house we were directed to take a track that crossed the little creek – which was the one that flowed past the safari camp – then follow that track south till it ended in a big grove of paper bark trees.

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Mud map of Pungalina – 2003 version

This camp was closer to O’s house – probably about 4kms away.

Our new location was a total contrast to the first. There was lots of shade, from big cluster fig and Leichardt Pine trees, and paper barks. The camp area was much larger. It was beside Karns Creek – a tributary of the Calvert.

The paperbark tree branches rubbing together when there is wind, make a squeaking sound – hence the name.

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Camp at Squeaky Trees

After we set up the camp again, we were able to go for a swim – rather cautiously – in the creek in front of our camp. At least, we got cleaner, and cooler, though the sensation of little fish nibbling the skin on our feet was unusual!

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Karns Creek by Squeaky Trees camp

The creek seemed fairly deep, in parts, and likewise wide. Although O had assured us it was safe to swim there, I was not totally convinced. So we did not venture far from the bank, or splash around. But it was so good to be in cool water.

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Leichardt Pine tree at Squeaky Trees – note height of Wet season flood debris!

The gas fridge was working very feebly, so we continued putting wet towels over it, which maintained the inside temperature just slightly lower than outside!

O had asked us to go to the safari camp for tea tonight, so we made ourselves as presentable as possible and drove around there. In a straight line, we would not be too far from it, but had to go back to the house and out again, on the other side of the creek.

They were doing a run through of meal arrangements and preparation, because a group of paying guests were due in tomorrow. O’s helpers were a young couple who were staying in a tent pitched on the lawn by O’s house. I was not sure how they came to be here.

They cooked a meal of roast beef and vegies – it was quite nice and, I thought, an achievement, using the camp ovens.

I’d prepared and took along a plate of melon and other fruit, such as I could dredge up from the supplies we’d brought from Adels. It was well received.

Dining in the big tent was quite lovely. Some of the walls were mesh, so the sound of the nearby little creek, running over rocks, was all around.

After tea, we helped the couple with the wash up. Then it was the night drive back to camp. The bush looked totally different in headlights, as opposed to daylight – not quite as benign.

I had serious doubts about my ability to produce a meal like that, with just that equipment.

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2003 Travels September 16


First thing this morning, there was a light mist lying over the river. This gave it a totally different look, with the trees on the opposite bank being reflected in the water. The sun burned the mist off fairly quickly, though.

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Misty morning Calvert River

After breakfast, drove ourselves back to O’s house, feeling quite proud of ourselves for remembering the way – there were a few side tracks. Once away from the river, the country we went through was tall, dry grass interspersed with some scrub and taller trees.

Near the house, the track passed a fenced paddock. This was the only fence we’d seen, since passing through the locked gate back out near the Savannah Way.

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O directed us to go out to the escarpment overlooking the Calvert River, upstream from the house. He gave us directions for crossing the Calvert, in a shallow section just north of the house, and then for how to get to the Escarpment.

The river crossing was wide but not too rough. But the tracks were rough and rocky in parts.

The scarp country was rocky and dry and different to other parts of the property that we’d seen, to date. There were several “families” of large termite mounds beside the track to the scarp.

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A family of termite mounds

There were certainly a variety of different environments on this property.

From the top of the cliff, we looked down on a great curve in the river, in one of its deeper sections. It was quite breath taking.

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The Calvert River from the top of the escarpment

The bank on the far side was sandy and would certainly be under water in the Wet.

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We spent several hours wandering around out there, and walking for quite a distance along the top of the scarp.

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Exploring the escarpment; Truck parked on track behind

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Looking downstream at the edge of the escarpment – where John stood, earlier

Slowly negotiated our way back to the river then across it. There was quite a wide section of river worn rocks and pebbles, then a wet section to a little bank of land, followed by another wet section and a steep climb up the bank on the house side.


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Approaching the river. Tree line shows main channel.

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Track through rocky section. Would be under water in the Wet season

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Crossing goes over little bank in the middle, then through the main channel

Back on the home side of the river, again following O’s directions, we drove to the safari camp, following a track, roughly south, that started near the homestead. The camp seemed to be about 5kms from the house.

We found a really attractive setup at the safari camp. It was designed to cater for a small number of guests at a time – full catering and guiding.

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A guest tent. Dining tent at back

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Guest tents. Kitchen tent in background

A lush looking green grassed central lawn had several two person tents well spaced out around it. In a curve of a small creek was a large marquee style tent that was a dining “room” and another that was the kitchen tent. Facilities in the latter were rather primitive, though. There were some portable benches, a small sink, a domestic refrigerator and a few metal storage shelves. One wall was flyscreen mesh, which provided a little ventilation, but it was really hot in there!

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Kitchen tent

Outside the kitchen tent was a campfire area. Here was a 44 gallon drum, with some circles cut out of the top, and a square opening down towards the base. A fire was lit in the drum and the top was the “stove” – temperature control would be rather imprecise.

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Creek side camp fire seating area. Drum “stove” by tree.

There was a collection of camp ovens used for cooking in the campfire.

Apart from the drum top and camp oven cookery, there was talk of cooking locally caught barramundi, wrapped in bark from paperbark trees, in a fire pit dug in the ground. This was a very long way from my comfort zone!

I was somewhat dubious about being required to prepare meals in these conditions, but John was, of course, sure it could be done. Hmmm – I would have to think hard about that one!

Around the campfire pit were seats made from logs. This area, too, was close to the creek, with a constant little background noise of the water flowing past – it was a spring-fed, permanent creek.

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Creek by the seating area and camp fire

It was certainly a very attractive area, contrasting with the wild grass growth across the creek, and the scrub beyond the cleared camp area.

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Spring fed creek by safari camp

The camp had only been established and going for a couple of seasons – early days yet. We did not like to ask how many guests they’d had, to date. There were just the two types of accommodation – bush camping, with no real facilities, as we were doing, or the catered camp, with a fee of over $300 per night per person.

After wandering around and exploring the camp, we made our way back to our river side establishment, and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening, as last night. There was much discussion about the pros and cons of working here. John was very keen on the idea – a new adventure beckoned! But I had reservations, mostly to do with cooking facilities.

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The big river water hole by Fig Tree Camp – and pandanus

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2003 Travels September 15


We were in no hurry to get up this morning, having slept soundly through a night free of noise from generators, other campers and civilization in general.

I’d been a bit silly and left my shoes outside the tent. This morning, one was inhabited by a little frog. I was fortunate that the inhabitant was something so innocuous. The frog was fortunate that I discovered it before putting the shoe on.

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The bait net that John had put in the river yesterday afternoon now contained some small fish.

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Getting bait

We lazed around the camp all day. It was very hot and we were not motivated to do much, except watch the river go by.

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Outlook from camp

John tried some fishing, and actually caught dinner!

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Black bream for tea

It was just great to laze about, knowing that our time was now our own.

We saw no one, heard no one. There was just peace.

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Plant growth in the river

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2003 Travels September 14


Tried to manage an efficient breakfast and pack up. But breaking down a tent camp is never as fast as getting a caravan ready to go.

From camp, drove the 45kms north to the Gulf Track, then turned west on this. We stopped briefly, on the KFC track, to take photos of dead tree remains whose ballerina style remains intrigued John.

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Stopped at the Hells Gate Roadhouse, to refuel – $1.33cpl. Ouch!

We had travelled, last year, as far west on the Gulf Track as Wollogorang Roadhouse, about 110kms from the KFC turnoff. Beyond this was new territory – and saw us into the NT. The road was fairly corrugated – only to be expected, towards the end of the tourist season. We crossed several dry creek gullies, smoothed out by traffic.

About 50kms beyond the border, we entered a rather rugged range area and then went through the Redbank Gorge, with the Redbank copper mine just beyond this. We hadn’t been expecting this really interesting looking range country, but did not have time to stop and explore.

The Redbank copper mine had not been worked for several years, but there were caretaking staff there, we had been told.

About 20kms beyond the mine, we found the turnoff to Pungalina, to the north. There were two hand made signs beside the road. One read “Pungalina. No entry without prior arrangement”. The other read “64kms. 4WD”.

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The track – that was all it was – soon became quite rough and rocky in parts, but fair in other sections. Just a few kms along the track there was a gate that had to be opened. We assumed that this was locked when there was no one in residence.

The 64kms from the Gulf Track, to the Pungalina “homestead” was slow going, and took us nearly four hours.

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Track in to Pungalina

There was a great variety of country on the way in: flat savannah scrub and grassland, lots of rocky outcrops, little dry creek gullies and a few shallow water crossings. The track surface varied from stony and rocky, to some shallow sandy lengths. At least, we had no doubts about being on the right track, because there were no noticeable side tracks that looked much used.

Being late in the Dry season, the tall grasses had dried right out and were brown.

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Pungalina country in the late Dry season

Eventually, the track emerged at the end of an airstrip runway and we drove along the length of this, then past where there was a large open fronted machinery shed, and beyond that a wire fenced “yard” – quite large, with fruit trees scattered about it.

Past these was O’s “house” – which looked like a long, low shed. There was a tin roof, some walls of tin, some walls of stacked logs with mud or mortar in the cracks between them, some mud brick. One end of the shed was a car garage, the other end was the living quarters. Here, the log and mud brick walls ended at about waist height. Above that, was mesh all round – creating an almost open air but insect proof large room – combined living room, bedroom and kitchen, with a wood burning stove and a sink in one corner. Real old-time bush stuff and definitely not luxury living!

Off from one side of the house, which sat up on a bluff overlooking the Calvert River, was a large fenced off garden.

The Calvert River flowed past the house, down in a valley, although apparently a big Wet would still flood the home area. O told us that one of the first jobs he had done, after taking over as manager of this long-abandoned and neglected property, in 2001, was to construct the airstrip. Then, the next season’s Wet washed most of it away, and he had to start again. Unforgiving country, this!

We chatted with O, at the house, for a while. It became clear that he expected us to pay the same camping fee as anyone else. $25 a night. Hmmm – I’d thought we were coming to check the place out for work, next year, like doing him a favour, as staff were hard to find for a place this remote. Anyway, we were here now, and paid him for a week – cash, of course.

O had his son lead us, in a camp vehicle, to our camp area. The best site was currently occupied, but we would be able to relocate there in a couple of days.

The one we were taken to – that they called Fig Tree Camp – was to the north of the homestead and maybe 8 or 10kms or so away. It was on a high bank of the Calvert, on a deep looking reach of the river. There was no shade to speak of – and the days were hot by now. The river banks and all around the outside of the small, cleared, grassy camp area was Noogoora Burr infested. So, there was a clear area on which to put the tent, and a cleared area to the side of the river. It was not a great camping spot!

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Fig Tree camp

However, the pandanus and paperbark fringed river was lovely to look at. No swimming there – it would most likely have a resident crocodile somewhere.

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Calvert River at Fig Tree camp

It felt very hot and exposed there.

We set up the tent and camp. Discovered that the fridge had stopped working. We turned it upside down and shook it, but it did not work properly at all. I draped a couple of wet towels over it to try to help the contents stay a bit cool.

We wondered what we would do now? Nothing had been said about where we could go or what we could do – it felt very uncertain.

In the later afternoon, O arrived at our camp and said he’d come to show us around the place, a bit. This was more like it!

We went in his vehicle – a troop carrier – and received a demonstration of the great variety and beauty of the area. He drove us to an area of huge paperbark swamp – all vivid green ferns and pandanus and large paperbark trees. Then on to a wetland swampy area where water was lying on the surface. This, he told us, had not been there in 2001 but appeared after the subsequent big wet seasons. The swamp paperbarks were huge and beautiful.

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Fern and paperbark swamp

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Huge old paperbark tree

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We probably drove about 30kms.

He then deposited us back at our camp, saying that he was busy tomorrow, but that the next day we should make our way to the house and discuss what to do then.

The property lease had been bought, in 2001, by a Melbourne dentist. O had found the place for him and was to manage the safari camp tourism venture they planned. It was still really early days for this.

We had no problems finding wood for our campfire, not far from camp, lit that, and cooked tea – on the gas stove – using the open fire to heat water. We did not need the fire for warmth, that was for sure, but it was comforting to have – and between us and the river, just to deter any unwanted visitors!

After tea, we relaxed near the fire, listening to the myriad of night sounds – insects and the occasional splash from the river – these seemed fish sized, not anything larger. The sky seemed full of stars – so bright. Back in the grove at Adels, when sitting outside the van, we didn’t see much of the stars at night, because of the thick tree canopy.

Eventually stoked up the fire and went to bed. It had been a tiring day, travelling over the rough roads.

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2003 Travels September 14


After a pleasant, leisurely breakfast, I packed some lunch and we drove up to the caretakers’ house. There, we collected a key and mud map from them, and set off to drive to Hedley’s Gorge. This was an area we had not gotten to explore when we were here last year.

The track we took trended roughly north to north west of KFC. It went into increasingly rugged country. We had to use the key to open a gate, at one stage. This prevented unauthorized access by campers, or others.

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Hedleys Gorge country

Had no trouble following the mud map. Parked at the end of the little track to the Gorge, then had to walk into the Gorge, following a dry creek bed. This was really scenic.

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Walk track along creek and into gorge

The gorge itself featured the vivid red rock walls one expected in this part of the country.

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Red gorge walls and walking track – of sorts

Although the creek itself was not flowing now, there were still a number of deep plunge pools.

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The places where there were wet season waterfalls were obvious by the rock discolouration.

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We walked and climbed upstream, for quite some distance.

Sat up on a high vantage point overlooking one plunge pool, where there were freshie crocs floating around, and ate our lunch watching their general inactivity.

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Little specs way down there were freshie crocs just hangin’ about. One on log too.

The Gorge would really be special to view, soon after the Wet, when there was water coming down over the rapids and falls.

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From above, looking down a waterfall course to the plunge pool

We found a Great Bower Bird’s bower. This was a bit different from the usual, because the white decorations he had used were a whole lot of little bones. He’d obviously gotten lucky and found a skeleton of something! We hoped his enterprise had been rewarded.

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After several hours exploring the Gorge, we retraced some of the way, then took a track that trended west, towards the NT border, just looking at the country. Decided we were probably getting towards aboriginal lands only, so retraced the way back to camp, turning in the key and map at the caretakers’.

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Bowthorn country

Relaxed at camp for the rest of the afternoon. It had been a great day’s outing.

I think we were both feeling a little trepidation about tomorrow – unknown country, on our own, not sure what we would find at our destination. But excitement too.

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2003 Travels September 12


We left the van, basically as it was when we finished work yesterday – bit of a mess!

We’d only had to pack some clothes, items like toiletries, cameras, the doona and pillows, and some foodstuffs. I’d asked the boss to order in a few items for me, like canteloupe, and that had come on this week’s supply truck.

I bought some food from the shop and took some of my van stock – hopefully it would be enough to tide us over. I couldn’t keep frozen meat packs for long, with just the Chescold as a fridge, so would rely on rice and pasta as staples.

Drove to Kingfisher Camp – over the now-familiar route through Lawn Hill Station. The track had not deteriorated much over the season – the road crew did good work. No doubt it would need repair after the next wet season, though.

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Leaving Lawn Hill Station

On the way past Bowthorn homestead, called in to say goodbye to the sisters, for this year. They instructed the caretakers at KFC that we were to camp free – as a thank-you for all the books of Kerry’s that I’d sold, this season. Very nice of them – but it seems we were now honorary locals.

This time spent in the Gulf country had changed my concept of “neighbours”. It was a vast neighbourhood but it was amazing how news and information got around. Over the course of the season, I’d had to contact people who lived hundreds of kms away – but they knew who I was and where I was working!

At KFC, chatted to the caretakers for a short time, then went on and set up the tent on the lovely, grassed camp area.

Then we went for a walk around the camp area, which did not seem to have changed since last year. It really was a beautiful campground.

It was wonderful to be “off duty” and going off to play tourist, in our turn, for a little while. I felt relaxed already.

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2003 Travels September 11


This was our last day of work here.

We were allowed to knock off early, to do some packing.

Our plan was to leave the van here, in its place in the grove, and take our tent gear on the Pungalina jaunt. This necessitated some rearranging of gear and repacking of Truck. Put the van spare wheel back up on Truck roof rack.

Refuelled Truck. Diesel now up to $1.13cpl. Filled the jerry can too, to take with us.

Had a pleasant enough last night dinner with what remained of the staff – pretty low key, really.

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2003 Travels September 2-September 10


We had the usual mix of rostered duties.

I was starting to really feel the increasing heat now, especially when working in the tents.

Business had tailed right off. I was actually hunting for things to do to keep me occupied. I folded stacks of the brochures that we gave out to guests on check in. These came, printed, as flat sets in boxes, to be folded in half to make a little booklet. I folded hundreds of the things – enough for well into next year.

Printed off a heap of my mud map of the area, when I could access the printer in the office area at the back of the shop.

I tried to tally up the campground numbers from the book-in books – needed for the establishment paper work. this was not an easy task, because entries were made in a fairly small space. Campers in the informal grove area, where there were no allocated sites, were just listed by name and number of campers, in a couple of lines at the bottom of the page. That was times was very full and very hard to decipher, later.

When I was on tent duties, there were regular repairs to be done. I hated doing the patching of holes because I always ended up with super glue all over my fingers, and it took a real effort with eucalyptus oil, to begin to get that off – usually with some skin thrown in.

Boss told B she was no longer needed to work, except for later in the month, when the big Variety Bash group was expected. B was feeling very hurt by this. Her husband was still needed, though. So B was spending all her time down at her camper trailer, doing some of the very clever hand made knitwear work that had been her business once. I thought the boss should have assigned B to mending tents, with her sewing machine – would have been very useful.

B and M ate down at their trailer, now, so the staff contingent on the dining deck at meal times was fast dwindling.

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Our van looking like it had been there a very long time!

Due to the decline in tourists, with the rising temperatures, we had no problem negotiating to finish a few days earlier than planned, on the 11th now. That would give us time for a quick trip to Pungalina before we headed home.

We would also throw in a quick break at Kingfisher Camp, on the way, just because we liked it.

J phoned O at Pungalina to arrange to go camp there and check out the possible work there for 2004. Phoned Kingfisher Camp and booked in there – not that they would be very busy now, either.

The prospect of exploring somewhere new, again, was exciting.

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2003 Travels September 1


Day off. The days were definitely getting hotter now.

We drove to the National Park.

Walked the Constance Range Track, which we hadn’t done before.

This left from the canoe hire area, but went along the other side of the little backwater creek, to the track around the Island Stack. Along this narrow section, beside the back creek, I nearly trod on a baby crocodile, that was on the track. We both got a fright.

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Little croc on walk track

It was a pleasant gradual climb, on a track less walked than the other Park tracks.

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Walk track up the Constance Range

We gained a different outlook over the Island Stack and the start of the Lower Gorge.

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Island Stack front R, Gorge in background

There were expansive views from the top of the ridge, in all directions.

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Constance Range to the NW, from top of track

We were very pleased we had managed to fit that walk in. It was not as spectacular as either the Island Stack walk or that to the Upper Gorge, but certainly well worth doing. Again, I was reminded of how much was missed by those who only visit this area for a couple of nights.

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Road into the National Park and the view to the south