Saturday 27 July
We arrived in Kununurra yesterday afternoon after decamping tents in the National Park and then back to the road junction to pack up the vans for the trek up the bitumen through scenery that included massive orange ranges and baobab trees. You have no idea what it felt like to see a large body of water after so long.
Today is a rest day (cough). As the upright fridge in the trailer died, we need more fridge capacity for a) food on the Gibb River Road or b) beer on the Gibb River Road, depending on who you ask.
The rest day has included washing clothes, repacking the van and car, purchasing a supplementary car fridge for the food/beer, replacing a mat in the van that scored a big olive oil hit, shopping for food (the beer and wine was purchased last night), and buying additional hot weather clothing for Himself.
Before breakfast, I wandered down to show you the view that we have from our site on Lily Creek Lagoon in this large service town for the district. Before you look at them, know that we are heading off again tomorrow in search of more dirt, rocks and corrugations as we have become so fond of them. Know also, dear ones, that I will be bringing you up to date wherever and whenever Telstra has seen fit to provide coverage.
They love to spend time making sure that the location of the camp is just right.
They have a fascination with fire, and a very useful ability to ensure that limited supplies of wood are distributed fairly among all campers at a site to ensure that we get to eat.
My personal favourite. They are VERY good at rigging up a private shower space for use after dusty walks in the Bungle Bungles.
In Michael Morcombe and David Stewart’s excellent Australian Birds app, the blue-winged kookaburra is described thus:
“More colourful than [the] Laughing Kookaburra but has rather unpleasant, staring white eyes.”
You be the judge.
The first three photos are of one visitor who popped in around dinner time on our first camping night in Purnululu National Park. He was so impressive (and somewhat of a poser) that I felt he deserved a post of his own. He returned the next morning with two mates.
Note that he is not called the Blue winged Laughing Kookaburra like his eastern less colourful cousin. That is because he has the unfortunate incapacity to complete the laugh sequence. His colour, though, is sufficient compensation for his vocal limitations.
Tuesday 23 July 2013 (written in Kununurra – 27 July)
At the junction of the Great Northern Highway and the road into Purnululu National Park is a van park which is where we spent Tuesday night. Before heading in with tents to spend two days walking the tracks around the northern and southern edges of the ranges we took a flight to get a sense of the scale of this World Heritage area.
I’m not going to provide details on size, dear ones, as I know you can Google it if interested and my brain did not retain the information being relayed by the pilot. This is why.
The West Australian of 22 June 1886 reported the discovery of gold near what is now the old town of Halls Creek in Western Australia. The current town relocated to its site after an airfield was built in 1948.
Today we pottered about the outskirts of town, visiting Old Halls Creek and its cemetery, Caroline Pool and the China Wall where I took a little time to sketch. It was a quieter day with the outing topped off by a visit to the Kimberley Hotel to quench thirsts on what was the hottest day of the trip thus far.
Before this afternoon, dear ones, I was going to keep you up to date with how well the van is going. It’s only little things that have been causing inconvenience since “the incident”. Let me explain.
Screws for instance. These little things, when combined with road corrugations, may decide to eject themselves from their resting place, leading to big surprises at the end of the day. Cupboards detach from ceilings, stove plates rattle and hinges come off doors.
Dust is also a little thing. When it joins forces with wind, road trains or water, the impacts can also add to the flavour of the day. Beer and dust mixed together make a nice mixture on the floor of the van, for example.
Refrigerant gas is a little thing. When it escapes from the fridge, it is also problematic.
This afternoon, after a short run from Wolfe Creek, we were ready to crank up the roof when the cable (a medium thing) detached again. Every picture tells a story.
All fixed courtesy of the Master of Improvising and Problem Solving and his trusty assistant who is becoming a dab hand with a screw driver and power drill.