Our day started early because we needed to be at The Home Station at 7:10 (easy for us because we’re wide awake at 5:30) to get to Emma Gorge. It’s part of the El Questro group. The walk into the gorge was tricky because of the slippery rocks. The group we were with was friendly and easy going. I had a swim in the pool at the end of the gorge in the “refreshing water”. After that we went back to the dining area for drinks and fruit. Another couple joined us, the man was visually impaired through Diabetes and we certainly admired his guts and wit. We headed for Zebedee Springs ( named after the Magic Roundabout character) and everyone swam except our guide. After the swim we had a big lunch with Barramundi, steak, salad and chips then we headed for a boat trip on the Chamberlain Gorge. We saw one crocodile, several Rock Wallabies and plenty of fish. The best fun was tempting the Archer Fish. Alex got a big squirt in the ear but I escaped until the very end when I turned away and got a giant splat in my eye. There was a lot of talk about the various owners of El Questro which I’m sure we wouldn’t have heard is the gorge had still been navigable further along. Every tour we’ve been on people have been talking about the amazing amount of water that came down this year and there is certainly evidence everywhere from the “high tide” marks along the rocks of Lake Argyle to “log jams” in rivers and decaying matter dumped high up in trees.
We had a drink during Happy Hour while listening to an anonymous Blues singer who wasn’t satisfied with our applause so we came back to camp to be tormented by tiny creepy crawlies. I can’t face the thought of hours of bone shaking corrugations, I don’t want to keep going along the Gibb River Road, it seems to be an endurance test and I want to have a holiday. Everyone we ask seems to have a different opinion about which is the worst part of the road.