We awoke the next morning and decidied yes we would go to the Mitchell Falls – we had declared this as a possible destination to Britz so we were covered by the insurance!
I shall never forget that journey up through the valley towards the Cockburn ranges.
It was a slightly misty morning and as we came over the crest there were two walleroos in the road with their backs to us facing the Cockburns – it was just magical but sadly they had gone before I got the camera out. Once we were back on the Gibb River Road we had the first of our really big crossings to negotiate – The Pentecost River – not that deep but very, very wide. We stopped to have a look at it and watch how everyone else was managing it and what routes they were taking.
We were now on our way to Drysdale Station – we travelled about 100 km and then to our amazement we saw a sign which said “Cream Teas” – well it would have been rude not to so we did a 8km diversion and had a cream tea at Ellenbrae Station.
They also offer holidays for birding enthusiasts and their garden was teaming with verious birds – the easiest of which to photograph were these zebra finches. It made a nice interlude from the bumpy road which was getting worse the further along we went. We then took a right onto the Kalumburu road which is the way to the Mitchell Falls. We finally made it to Drysdale Station we had now driven about 300 kms but it had taken us over 6 hours. The road into the station was dire – the corrugations were so deep that the contents of our vehicle was shaken to death but the station was wonderful – clean showers, a bar, a shop selling goodies like big slabs of fruit cake – needless to say we bought one. They also had a flight desk where you could fly up to the Mitchell falls for the day – but we decided to plough on. Both of us had a bit of a restless night – a bit anxious about the drive the next day which we knew was very rough!
The next morning we were off by 0700 and we were surprised that the next bit of the Kalumburu Road wasn’t too bad but when we got to the Mitchell falls turn off it deterioted big time. Lots of pot holes, bull holes and boulders. The first bit to really scare me was the King Edward River crossing. This was the deepest river we crossed and it was flowing very fast – so I was glad to be in my troopie and not some smaller 4WD.
The following morning we set off with Helen and Kim to walk to the falls. They lived in Kununarra and were excellent company. They loved going bush as he described it! The walk out to the falls was pretty and we passed over Big Merton Falls which was stunning but very high! To get to see the Mitchell Falls you need to cross the river – it was quite deep and it was great fun watching the attempt of various people to get across – the trick was to keep your shoes on as the rocks were very slippery. Once across you could scramble down to a view point and the view was just sensational. As it was June there was still quite a lot of water coming down – it drops in four stages and the noise is phenominal.
Once we were back at camp we headed back the rough road to the King Edward national Park Camp site. This was my favourite camp of all the trip – right beside the river with masses of bee eaters, cockies and numerous other birds around the camp site. The river had big pools in which was wonderful for swimming in and getting rid of some of the red dust from the road travel.
The next morning we spent some time talking to a group of Australians from Perth who were on a “Tag Along Tour” – about 8 vehicles travelling the outback together – the Australians really so love their country and the more remote these tracks are the happier they are!! We set off back down the track to Drysdale where we stopped for some fuel – our Troopie was a bit thirsty! We then set off for Mount Elizabeth which is a cattle station which has a camp site attached. The attraction was a proper shower and the chance to see a working cattle station. The road into the station – so like your own drive was 39km long – the station was so pretty and had lots of wallabies all around the grounds. Sadly we would miss the tour as the men were all away from the station at a funeral. We had a general chill down that afternoon and were amazed to be shouted at by some campers walking across the camp field – it was Kim and Helen and we spent th rest of the evening with them – Helen showed me how to make damper bread in the camp fire and spent a great evening with them. They gave us a great insight into the hardships of Kimberly life in “The Wet” and how hard it is for people who live here to make a living.
We carried on down the Gibb River Road the next day and made our way to Tunnel Creek and Windjammer Gorge. The first is a massive tunnel in which a river flows under all the cliffs and emerges 2 km later on the other side – much too dark and claustrophobic for me, although I did venture part way in part way.
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