In writing the above “address”, I realise that this is totally confusing. We are on the southern bank of the river which means we are in the state of Victoria however Curlwaa is actually in New South Wales. The reality is that we are in one of those very vague spots that will not show correctly on any internet location map. These are the very best places to camp.
We were away from our roadside camp by 8.30 this morning, having spent
an excellent night. There was a time last night, even after dark fell, I was
convinced we were to be subjected to tooting by every road train that passed,
however they were considerate enough to let their dislike for travellers go by
bedtime.
The road continued through the arid pastoral lands, passing small mobs
of sheep, a few cattle here and there, a few kangaroos and emus and a lot more
goats than we had seen over the past few days. We had to brake heavily for a
ewe and lamb as they ran stupidly across the road and again for an eagle as it became
caught in the head wind.
The wind was no less than yesterday and the landcruiser worked hard all
the way south toward Wentworth. We passed more lakes, some full and some simply
dry depressions in the landscape, and then the Great Darling Anabranch, a river
that seemed to carry as much water as the main river, albeit much slower. We
noted the excellent roadside area there we might have stayed at had the
Popiltah proved unsuitable.
Crossing the Perry Sandhills |
We drove on to the Information Centre at Wentworth and learned much from
the very helpful staff member there, including the fact that all the camping
grounds were booked out. She showed us on a map all of the places one could
free camp and so we set off to suss them all out.
Before we did so, we paused at the park near the confluence of
the Darling and Murray Rivers and climbed the observation tower to observe the
scene better.
Wentworth was once Australia’s busiest inland port, or at least in the
1880s and is the oldest town in the region. The wharf was originally built in
1879 and during its heyday, thirty one steamers were docked here in just one
week.
Lock 10 is one such camp, marked in several of our travel bibles however
the river is high and the camp spots few. We spoke to one chap who with his
wife had been there last night, however had just been advised by some council
womble that they had to move on. Given that Wentworth is part of the Mildura
Country Music Festival, and these events are created to promote the economy of
an area, and the fact that the formal camps are booked out, one would think the
powers that be would be more tolerant.
Our camp beside the Murray River |
We went for a walk further downstream to check out our fellow campers.
The first couple have been camped here on and off for nearly two weeks and hail
from grain growing country near Wodonga further upriver. Their experience here
waylaid any concerns we may have had about staying.
Beyond Laurie and Nessie are a large group of campers, perhaps an
extended family whose fat Labrador dog came bounding out to greet us,
boisterously jumping against my jean clad legs. The next was a caravan with an
incredibly noisy generator whose occupants had already made a start on their
evening wine. It was somewhere close to this lot we watched a very large goanna
cross the track in front of us. Needless to say, I am being particularly
careful where I place my feet. Both the camping grounds stayed at last made
special mention of the fact that snakes had been seen in camp. T’is the season,
no doubt.
Ian and his dead white owl |
A very large houseboat which we had seen down near the lock passed by
and by the time we made our way back up river to our camp, we found they had tied
up to the gums along from us. Fortunately they are far enough away we should
not hear their revelry.
Here at camp as the sun travels lower in the sky, the tweety birds are
noisy in the trees all about. We have found ourselves a perfect spot to stay
and may remain here for some days, providing there is no rain here or upstream
for the duration.
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