The whole point of extending our stay here in Cooktown was all about the rugby, so it is with great regret I have to report that the All Blacks lost the Tri-Nations 2011 series to the Wallabies. The game was scrappy, the ball was slippery and the Wallabies played as if they were on P. The day’s events had taken their toll on my stamina and without a string of All Black tries to keep me awake, I retired five minutes before full time, to hear the end as I drifted off: “Wallabies have won! 25 to 20”.
We left Cooktown this morning soon after the church bells were heard ringing, under clear skies and with the temperature already well in the twenties.
A road retraced from the opposite direction is always like an entirely different journey, and so it was today as we traveled the 240 or so kilometres back to Mount Molloy .
The rocky Annan River |
It was still early when we reached Lakeland , the stepping off place for our canvas camping adventure, and so we continued south along the road toward Cairns , enjoying the countryside even more than on the way north.
I was astounded to see the remnants of thrown tyres on the roadside, hundreds of them. Chris suggested that it was probably because those who had deflated their tyres to absurdly low pressures for the 4WD conditions, far below the tyre manufacturer’s specifications, had not bothered to re-inflate them when they returned to the seal. In this heat and with the greater speed, the rubber swells and of course simply explodes. I guess the black shredded rubber is better than road killed feral pigs and roos.
At the lookout on the Byerstown Range , from where we could admire the relatively fertile and extensive Lakeland Downs basin, we chatted with a couple who were on their way north, towing a caravan. They had been told that the road to Weipa was sealed and were interested to know how realistic it was to consider taking the caravan right up to Bamaga at the top. We soon put him right as regards the state of the roads and told them that it would be insane to pull the caravan any further than Laura. They were at least as old as us, without a tent, and with only one sleeping bag. We suspected they would ignore our advice anyway and proceed on up regretting their decision within fifty kilometres of leaving the seal.
Our camp beside the road near Mount Molloy |
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