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Some days are diamonds as they say and today (Monday 29 July) was a diamond day with the camera.  As we visited a few of the attractions in this privately owned park, two special photo opportunities fell into my lap, assisted by the fact that the right lens and settings were on the camera at the time.

At Chamberlain Gorge this dragon fly put in an appearance at my feet.

Chamberlain Gorge panorama

dragon fly - Chamberlain Gorge

We drove into El Questro Gorge which has thus far proved to be the deepest water crossing we’ve made. Of course I had to get out of the car to capture the adventurous one fording the stream.

out of El Questro Gorgeinto El Questro Gorge

Coming out of the Gorge, this Rainbow Bee Eater sat on a branch and posed.  Right moment, right light, right lens.

Rainbow bee eater 1Rainbow bee eater 2Rainbow bee eater 3

This grevillea was in the right place at the right time too – in Emma Gorge.

Emma Gorge Grevillea

Then it was back on the Gibb River Road as random fires ran in the range.  It was on to the legendary Pentecost River crossing which was more like a toddlers pool in depth given the lateness of the dry season and, did I mention it’s been dry and dusty? It’s not recommended to walk across this river, but no self-respecting salt water crocodile was likely to front up here for a drag and roll manoeuvre.

Cockburn Range afternoon firesPentecost River crossing panoramaRange at the Pentecost River crossing

Across the river we camped in an old quarry which probably ranks as my least favourite camping spot thus far, but one shouldn’t complain at the price. Still, we had a lovely view of the fires as their glow lit the night sky. Not threatening, but a little concerning until the wind took a welcome change in direction.

Before I commence this catch up of over 2 weeks worth of travel over and off the Gibb River “Road”, dear ones, I feel it should be acknowledged that I survived without television (something I’ve done since we departed nearly 7 weeks ago, the internet (a tough one), mobile phone service and ABC radio (except during the wee small hours of the night if the transistor was behaving itself). Those who know me well will understand that, as I sit accessing my blog in the shade of a tree in Derby WA, I am feeling like I’ve arrived home.

And so to the updates which may take some time to compile, but I am up for the challenge.

We lobbed into Wyndham on 28 July on our way from Kununurra towards El Questro.

The old part of Wyndham was a little bit hot and sleepy on this Sunday morning.  It was a chance to fuel up and walk around the port area. The locals were fishing off the pontoon.

Wyndham jetty

The main street, includes the air-conditioned comfort of the Rusty Shed Cafe, an art gallery and a bric-a-brac shop that is quirky, yet not as quirky as its owner who was professing to a bad case of Sundayitis. There’s also a museum housing relics of World War Two history, the Flying Doctor Service and the cattle industry.

Wyndham - art gallery

Wyndham - Mitch's Barra BarWyndham - Lee Tong signWyndham - Rusty Shed CafeWyndham - museum sign RFDSWyndham - Motel

These days the road trains (some four trailers long) cart nickel and iron ore from the mines further south to the waiting freighters.

The race track in Wyndham sits on a tidal flat and the whole town was hot and dusty, unsurprising given this seems to be one of the driest dry seasons for a while.

Up at the Five Rivers Lookout you get a sense of the vast scale of this coastal landscape.

Five Rivers view 1

Five Rivers view 2

Five Rivers view 4

It was a relatively late arrival at the privately owned (The Station) camp at El Questro.  Not too late for happy hour at the bar though which was a fine prelude to some fresh salmon we cooked up for ourselves for dinner.