It wasn’t nice turning off before the Gibb River Road but it was a relief. The countryside started to change and there were fewer Boabs & more flat areas. The road was surprisingly quiet apart from the large semis loaded with mining related gear. We came across the first of many single lane bridges, some with no guard rails at all/The river beds are nearly all incredibly wide & you can see the damage done during the wet season with masses of big trees all bent over by the force of the water. We had to virtually stop for a herd of goats that decided to wander across the road.
Had a look around Hall’s Creek but there didn’t seem to be anything to keep us there for the afternoon so after looking for diesel – none available- we headed out. We had full Jerry Cans so no need to worry about running out. We reached this place about 3:00 and were able to choose our spot. It’s a very big area but campers and caravanners keep pouring in. Watching people set up is the night’s entertainment.
It’s supposed to be a 24 hour park but there is one feral encampment. A portaloo in a pop-up tent (facing every other camper & used with the door half zipped) doesn’t make you a super camper when you have big woofing dogs and gear piled up about you. It’s understandable that people would want to stay here for longer because it has a big riverbed, giant trees, toilets and space.
We have had to put jackets on tonight –with shorts and sandals of course.