We had a second walk along the gorge in the late afternoon yesterday in the hope of spotting some crocs but we were out of luck. We did had to admire the tenacious thistles that seem able to grow in the most inhospitable places and the flowers are lovely.
There were a few low “bridge” crossings today on the Gregory Development Road and a steady stream of dips, floodways and grids. Most creeks were dry. We’ve covered roughly 7000 kms and seen Cattle Stations with names like Charlotte Downs, Glenbrae Downs etc so it gave us a laugh today to see one called, Upsan Downs and also Mt Fullstop.
At one stage we saw two snakes on the road, one slithered off before I could take a photo and when I reached the spot they’d been, expecting to find the second one dead, I saw it was actually a piece of metal and rubber from a vehicle. I think it must have looked alluring to the real black snake.
At The Oasis we stopped for a break but it was shorter than we intended because Fergus either had to stay in the car or be taken across the road. The NO DOGS signs seemed excessive especially when there was a rough garden area away from the eating areas, I think they could use some PR advice. The business was for sale and we were the only people there as trucks etc whizzed past so I think it should be a busy roadhouse.
The Blue Water Springs Roadhouse sounded very inviting but the sign out the front certainly wasn’t.
“If you don’t want to check in with the QR code, don’t come in!” There were more signs inside in a similar vein, not a friendly place but I did manage to get a book by Diane Keaton from the buy or swap table.
We stopped again at Greenvale where the RFDS Dental Truck was parked and had to follow the sign to The Sausage Tree. It’s a native of Mozambique and the only others in Australia are one in the Townsville Botanical Gardens and the other in Adelaide Botanical Gardens.
Coming out of Greenvale we saw what seemed to be a Cotton-field which tied in with the little bits of fluffy white stuff we’d seen along the side of the road.
Tonight we are at the Fletcher Creek Camp Ground, a free camp run by the Charters Towers Council. There are a couple of places that look like traumatised war veterans have made home. There is plenty of space for everyone but across the creek the campers are lined up one behind the other.
At Einasleigh Caravan Park the toilet rolls were locked into position by dome nuts that the manager tightened with a shifter so the rolls couldn’t be stolen. It seems ludicrous that people have such expensive rigs yet they steal rolls of toilet paper, here at Fletcher Creek they’ve gone a step further in preventing this happening.