It is mid-morning and I am chasing flies off the end of my nose as I write this. We are camped on the sandy dust in what equates to a National Park camping area with toilets, easy access to tap water and a private camping bay. Payment is at a self-registration bay, a cost of $5.15 per person per night.
The short cut east of Weipa |
We stopped at Moreton Telegraph Station and walked down to the beautiful Wenlock River which we had crossed on a regular bridge, then carried on up to the Bramwell Roadhouse where the road divides, the Old Telegraph Road (OTR) heads directly north and the Northern Bypass heads out toward the east and up north along the Great Dividing Range. We parked opposite the roadhouse among a town of termite castles and ate our lunch before topping up with diesel, this time at $2 per litre, a mere 33 cents more than we had paid at Weipa.
Dwarfed by termite towers |
The alternative route circles around to the east on the lower half of the neglected road, and then crosses over to the western side and finally meets with the OTR at Bamaga for those who choose to travel the length of it taking in the Jardine River ford. The
The Wenlock River |
We had no fixed idea of where we would spend the night when we left Weipa, not being sure of the roads ahead. The options considered had been the Moreton Telegraph Station, Bramwell Station, Bramwell Roadhouse or where we have ended up, the latter was considered to be unlikely given the obstacles in reaching it late in the day.
The road rose away from the Bramwell Roadhouse and soon entered the Heathlands Resource Reserve where it became just awful, full of dust holes and corrugations you just could not bounce over, even with our greatly deflated tyres. We bounced and shuddered our way across until finally arriving on a ten kilometre stretch of glorious sealed road before the next junction. The countryside across the top was beautiful to see when one managed to take one’s eyes from the road; grevilleas, heath plants, casuarinas and banksias.
Nearing the junction of the Southern Bypass and the OTR, we checked on possible roadside spots if we found the access to
We drove the one kilometre into the Scrubby Creek crossing and parked in order to check it out. This is described in Ron Moon’s 4WD Cape York Adventure bible as “can be deep”. I volunteered to walk it, but Chris was adamant that I did not. He did not wish to lose me to the crocs. So we waited for another adventurer and finally after almost half an hour, when we were considering options, two vehicles towing camper trailers turned up. They were more casual about their chances with the crocodiles and walked in. Less than crutch deep, they decided to proceed. We watched the first vehicle plunge in and drop in to a hole, then carry on out to the other side, water streaming from every possible place. The second took it on the other side which seemed less pot holed. By this time I had crossed on foot through a very shallow section where an alternative crossing is situated having an almost vertical exit, and was standing on the other side, camera at the ready. Through Chris came and up the bank, water pouring from the sides, but safe. He said that he had not enjoyed it one bit, and for myself, I was pleased to have been the photographer rather than the driver.
Roadside bush fires |
Our camp at Elliot Falls |
In the trees above us are many strange and wonderful nests of gum leaves woven together by the creatures within, probably ants. The odd brush turkey wanders by and the crows are permanent sentinels.
This morning I have done some hand washing, Chris has repaired the snorkel on the vehicle that has rattled loose, we have erected a tarpaulin shelter and will soon venture down to the falls area, to read the interpretative panels (perhaps identifying the “pest”) and to explore the three waterfalls all within the same area. I am already wearing my cozzie in anticipation of much swimming.
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