Friday, December 7, 2012

Karratha to Lake Argyle

After several weeks at Josh and Kendehl's, we left to travel eastwards for about 1900Km as far as the WA-NT border, the intention being to get there quickly and then slowly make our way back to Karratha after the new baby was born, to be close enough in case of problems. About a week later, we arrived at Lake Argyle.
Lake Argyle has been formed by the damming of the Ord River; it's reported to be up to 16 times the size in water storage than Sydney Harbour, (a de-facto comparison of water storage in Australia). The East Kimberley region and around the lake is so spectacular with rugged ranges and vast areas of land tracts home to some of the largest cattle stations in Australia. The waters of the lake irrigate the Ord River Irrigation Scheme, which is currently undergoing massive expansion. The waters of the lake are barely touched by the usage for irrigation and are the envy of many in the drier southern states.
Lake Argyle Resort is a great place to spend a few weeks, very restful. There were magnificent sunsets, (and sunrise if you get up early enough) for spectacular colour variations, a joy for camera enthusiasts. Highlights for us were the day cruise of the lake, the cruise taking in about half of the 54k long lake. Saw fresh water crocodiles, searched for Zebra Rock on a remote island and sailed along the escarpment under a glorious sunset. A morning cruise was taken down the Ord River Valley to enjoy spectacular gorge scenery and hear of the history of the original station owners and the origins of the scheme. The resort pool of icy-cold water proved to be a popular spot each afternoon.
Whilst at the Lake, we drove across the NT border for a day trip to Keep River National Park, to see permanent water holes, bee-hive rock formations and bird life. A friendly galah came to say hello by appearing out of nowhere to land on my shoulder, much unexpected.

 Kununurra
After the Lake Argyle, we came back to Kununurra to do more sight-seeing, Zebra Rock Factory one day. More of the Ord River and Lake Kununurra Irrigation Scheme; we saw plantations of rape seed, legumes, Sandalwood, Sorghum, Paw-Paw and Chia-seed. A major attraction of the irrigation scheme is nearby, "The Hoochery", the only private rum distillery in Australia. A few dollars allows one to sample different blends of Rum and they do great meals. I had to produce a driver's licence to prove our eligibility to purchase as a condition of their liquor licence.
The major tourism attractions of the region have to be the many air-flights around the Lake and surrounds. We booked onto a day trip by fixed wing aircraft down the full length of the Lake Argyle; around the Bungle-Bungle Range of Purnululu National Park and landing for a tour of the Argyle Diamond Mine. Being a hot day, turbulence spoiled the flight for Vicki, but by air being the best way to truly see the size of Lake Argyle, the National Park gorges and bee-hive rock formations that the Bungle-Bungles are famous for. The landing at the (again) world famous Argyle Diamond Mine gave Vicki some respite; we had lunch and a ground tour of the mine. We got to see how and where the rare pink diamond is found, saw displays of rare jewels and yes, they did give us a free sample each, (about the size of the full stop but one just the same).
We drove a day trip to Wyndham where we visited the Five River Lookout, climbed the 144 steps down to "The Grotto" along the way and a side trip to Parry Creek Farm.

Fitzroy Crossing Returning West from Kununurra, via Halls Creek and an overnight stop at the Mary River Pool, we next camped at Fitzroy Crossing, a small town on the Fitzroy River. Here we encountered a very close bush fire when a burn-off across the highway got out of control, (as most of them seem to do!). From here we visited the Geikie Gorge National Park and did a 2-3 hour walk along the river to view scenery, bird life and the odd signs of resident crocodiles. It was a hot day and by the time we got back, very exhausted.

Derby Spent several days camping in Derby, (same as my place of birth in the UK), and did the touristy things there; walking around the old wharf, observed the nine metre tides and the ancient Boab Trees, One such tree reputed to have been used as a prison in the old days.
From Derby, we had a day trip to the famed Gibb River Road and onto Windjana National Park and to Tunnel Creek National Park. The former is a deep and ancient gorge along the Lennard River. Basking fresh-water crocodiles and Barramundi in the clear deep pools, (fishing not allowed), ancient escarpments that are testimony to pre-historic upheavals. Tunnel Creek is where the river has carved a passage through ancient rocks forming a kilometre long cave under the Range. The cave is wonderfully cool after the heat of the day, is home to bats, freshwater crocs and surprisingly, butterflies. This visit involved wading by torch-light and much spirited banter among our group who searched the darkness for hidden snags and the hiding place of at least five "freshies".

Broome After Derby, next stop Broome, world famous tourist spot where thousands of back-packers from all over come to see the legendry Cable Beach, camel rides at sunset and the historical Broome China Town and to learn about the origins of the south-seas pearling industry. Broome claims to be founded on "buttons" as it developed as the world supplier of pearl shell for buttons, knife handles and the European and American demand for shell based jewellery. When plastic replaced pearl shell, the pearlers learnt to seed the animal and so developed an industry that still today supplies some of the best and most expensive pearls.
We took day trip drives to Cape Leveque, Cygnet Bay Pearl Farm and another to James Price Point. The latter currently the site of the proposed development by Woodside as a major gas processing plant. Along magnificent wilderness coast line, pristine blue waters, not surprisingly, now the site of anti-mining and development protester's camp. Having visited there, one can only wonder when preservation will take priority over relatively short term profits.
The famous old Broome wooden jetty has long gone, now replaced by a more secure construction to a deep water wharf. Walking there at sunset over several nights, seeing the ships coming and going that were all associated with the mining industry, off shore gas drilling and gas pipelines. At the end of the walk-way, we saw lads fishing for giant trevally; their baits attracting a huge spotted cod (or groper?) that lived among the pylons and it was quite entertaining to watch this animal of such large proportions, mouth like the proverbial dustbin.
On this visit, the tides were not favourable for walks out to the WW-11 Catalina air-craft wrecks or to see "Stairway to the Moon"; luckily we did all of that last visit but we did enjoy the magnificent views over the bay, lovely blue water and clear late winter skies.

80-Mile Beach A favourite place for many to spend the winter, 80-Mile Beach Caravan Park was still busy even this late in the season. No sign of the cyclone damage that occurred earlier this year. The usual activities of looking for shells after the high tide; fishing for the short duration of the high, and just walking or driving the many miles of beach, make for quite a restful place. Evening sunset viewing with a glass of something in the hand is de-rigueur for the regulars and visitors alike. As it was at the end of the season, we observed several caravanners packing up and saying their farewells with a cheery "...see you next year..." They book the same site year after year.
Fishing was not very productive and the highly prized conch shells were not to be found but we had a good week anyway.
After here, via Port Hedland and then back to Karratha where the new baby Nikita June Heinze-Hann awaits her nanna. Arthur of course was also keen to see us again and to introduce his new baby sister.

Wet Season, North West Western Australia
It is important for our overseas followers to understand the seasons in the North of Australia. Having crossed the Tropic of Capricorn, one is subject to tropical seasons not encountered further south. We chose like many to visit the North in winter, the weather being cooler and drier for the winter months. Clear blue skies, we haven't seen rain for months. However, all changes from November. The wet season arrives. Many of the places we have visited would probably be inaccessible for us and the huge river systems of the north-west, dry in winter, run in flood after monsoon rains. Tropical cyclones are regular across the "top-end", cyclone warning signs that we saw as "all clear" give way to levels of alertness if and when cyclones are formed. Karratha, Broome Port Hedland, all go into tie-down mode in the severest level of immanency. This year they are predicting a possible five cyclones after the longer dry and higher than average temperatures of late. We can't be there in cyclone season.
The northern aborigines have many mythical tales and traditions of the seasons. They recognise several more seasons than the simple "wet" or "dry" of the white settlers, their traditional seasons include changes in food gathering, hunting traditions and for where they would migrate to escape the flood plains of the "wet". The summer rains refreshing the country for the next "dry" season and the flood of a different kind, tourists in campers and caravans.
 
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Newman to Karratha

We left Newman for a free camp about 140k north of Newman, an overnight stop before heading off to Karijini National Park. The Park is a bit of a detour off the Northern Highway, but as we had been there before, we couldn't be this close without revisiting the beautiful, rugged and unique landscape.
Camping is strictly controlled in the park, we decided on the "generator section" in case we needed to use the generator to recharge the batteries. This proved to be un-needed as the two solar panels on the roof easily kept the batteries charged and with judicious electrical use, we had a total of 14 nights off power without having to use the generator.
The Dales Camp ground is next to the lovely Dales Gorge, there the climb down to the Fortescue Falls and the beautiful Fern Pool is not for the unfit, (you have to get back up again!), but we managed it. Vicki had a swim in the Fern Pool, quietly as to comply with the request of the local indigenous peoples so as not to disturb the ancient beasties that live there.

The Dales Gorge is one of several in the park, cut out of the rock by millennia of water; the gorges are around 50-80 metres deep, some places quite narrow and steep, all hard to climb out of but spectacular as the various sun angles change the colour and shadows of the rocky cliffs.
We spent two nights in Karijini, walking around the second night on the gorge rim, it wrenched my ankle on a loose rock, and this proved to be a problem for the next few weeks.

From Karijini, back to the Northern Highway and a brief stop at Munjina Gorge Lookout; the new highway had to cross through a series of ranges before getting to the northern plains. Munjina Pass is the route through the ranges and the lookout views the most spectacular scenery of where the road wends its way. We also discovered above the lookout, a lovely free camp for next time. After the range crossing, the highway finds us at the Auski Road House, here for a fuel stop; stretch our legs and a bit of lunch. Like Capricorn, the Auski Road House is a hive of industry, trucks caravans and motor homes, mining company vehicles and again, a mining camp of "dongas". There were very few cars on this highway, most small vehicles were utes or 4x4's with mine company signage, campers and rental 4x4's. At one roadside rest area, we pulled in for the usual hourly tyre check, there was a coach stopped just before us and out of it jumped about a dozen blokes who promptly set about relieving themselves, much to the amusement of Vicki following behind. No trees, no privacy and the single dunny just couldn't be waited for.

After one more night free camp, Peawah River on the highway between Port Hedland and Karratha, we neared our destination and arrived around midday on 13th June, Josh came out to the highway to meet us and guide through the town of Karratha to his house.

The Landcruiser clocked 4090 kilometres towing the van from Napperby, used 961 litres of diesel, (yes, ouch!!!), and took a leisurely month to get here. Now we have parked at Josh and Kendehl's house driveway, we swapped to their spare room and second bathroom and are living in a house again. Young Arthur was very pleased to see "nanna" and especially pleased to be re-united with Elmo, his favourite doll he had left behind. Elmo has plenty to tell him about his wonderful trip across to WA and of all the places he visited along the way.
Plenty to see and do around Karratha-Dampier and we will probably be here a few weeks. Vicki will treasure some time with her son and family and a rest from driving the Hilux ute all the way from Adelaide.

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Lake Nallan to Newman

Lake Nallan proved to be a haven from the strong winds blowing from the north, fuel consumption is bad enough in the Landcruiser without battling head winds. The Great Northern Highway, from Perth to Port Hedland has to be one of the busiest highways in outback Australia. The road is in good condition and a tribute to WA transport, noticeably better than many of the roads that we travelled over the east. Just look at the map of WA to see how remote the route of this highway is. Most of the vehicles travelling north were road trains carrying machinery to support the enormous mining industry. Most of the road trains heading south were empty, going back for more freight. Many vehicles were wide loads, the wider ones up to 8 metres wide. These had special escort vehicles and the UHF CB in our vehicles proved to be greatly beneficial, channel 40 being the communication to truckies, road workers and fellow caravanners who saw sense and ignored the recommended ch 18.

A free camp at Gascoyne River, Middle Branch gave us a couple of days respite again. The Gascoyne is a huge seasonal river system having three main branches where it crosses into inland WA. Runs all the way west to near Carnarvon on the coast, it had recently been in flood. Several nice billabongs, (water holes) remained and were home to myriads of birds, parrots, raptors, wrens and finches, a bird-watchers heaven. We even saw fish in the pools, amazing this Australia, no water for years but when it does come, the fish and shrimps and yabbies are there.
The camp at Gascoyne River, is at least 200k south of the next city of Newman, we were then amazed to find that we had a good Telstra phone signal and were able, here in the middle of the WA outback, able to use the Internet better than we could when we lived 20k from the city centre. This proved to be an example of the side effects of the spread of mining camps across the country.

From Gascoyne, still heading northwards, we arrived at the Tropic of Capricorn. It was starting to warm up and a complete change in the country side. At the Tropic Of Capricorn, some 20-odd k south of Newman is the Capricorn Road-House or Cappies as the truckies were calling it. This place has to be the busiest road-house in the country, dozens of road-trains were there, pulling in or heading out, an amazing insight as to how much freight is being carried by road to the resource hungry mining industry of the north-west. Next to the roadhouse was a large camp of typical "dongas" small two or four room accommodation for the fly-in-fly out (FIFO) mine workers. The comings and goings around Capricorn seemed quite extraordinary after all the kilometres of seemingly empty country that we had passed.

Newman
Newman is one of the oldest iron ore mining regions in Australia, indeed, Mt Newman was well know when I first arrived in Australia in 1964. Along with Mt Tom Price, the region has the richest deposits of iron-ore in the world. Newman ore lode has been assayed as up to 60% plus iron, many of Australia's big money men have been made their fortunes up here in the region called the Pilbara. Iron ore is transported by privately owned freight trains. These trains are over 2 kilometres long, thousands of tonnes of ore trained to Port Hedland for shipping to China and other overseas buyers. Tom Price ore is trained to Dampier, again to be shipped off around the world. One story that we heard was that the Queen owns substantial private shares in the Iron Ore mining industry in Australia.

At Newman, we drove up from the visitor information centre to the look-out above the town; it was easy to see the expansion since we were last here in 2006. And busy? Definitely not a quiet outback town is Newman but could be a good base to stop at to explore a fair bit of the outback.
At the visitor information centre, the town had considerately provided for caravanners, a toilet dump point and a tap to re-fill our water tanks, as we were going to be camping again for the next four nights, this was very handy.

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Leonora, Home of the Golden Gift

We had three days stop-over at Leonora, another old gold-mining service centre, the city stands today as a major supply base for several mines around the area, busy FIFO airport, busy cross roads where mining trucks and mine supply vehicles hold sway. What could have been average stay, we happened to have arrived at the weekend of the first Sunday in June, Western Australia Foundation Day, Leonora was about to be invaded by cyclists and athletes from all over Australia.
First, the Leonora Golden Gift, a foot race around the main street with several thousand dollars of prizes, apparently has a long history and attracts runners from all over. Just so happens that we were able to watch two of Australia's Olympic hopefuls, cross the line to take out both the male and female first places. Hopefully it was a fine lead up to London for both.

The other event is relatively new, only been going a few years, a cycling classic race. Originally a race from Kalgoorlie to Menzies, the race has been extended to take in a second day for the ride from Menzies to Leonora. Again, entrants from all over Australia cycled the 140-odd k for a prize and personal achievement. From the commentary as the peloton arrived in town, local riders didn't disappoint. The final sprint around town was quite exciting, to see that the athletes were able to find reserves of power for the final few hundred metres after the long climb from Menzies. A fun weekend, busy in town, we were camped at the town sports ground, a great view of the Saturday night fireworks and far enough away from the music to be able to hear in a more comfortable environment.

Leinster-Mt Magnet
Our next phase of our tandem drive north was first to Leinster, a purpose built modern small township that serves a local mineral mining community. Visit to the shop and top up fuel, a nice little place that seems quite welcoming to travellers. Fuel had to be obtained from a self serve, card in the slot servo. Bad luck if you needed fuel on a public holiday without a credit card, but handy for us, cheaper than we were likely to get for a while.

We next free camped west from Leinster at a nice stop-over, Peter Denny Lookout. This camp site has a lovely aspect over the break-a-ways, coloured craggy cliffs where weather and water has eroded the land creating a spectacular amphitheatre with view across the vast outback WA. Kangaroos grazed below as we watch again, a spectacular sunset to be followed by brilliant star-studded night, the "clouds" of the Milky Way clearly visible above. We observed a man-made satellite passing overhead, the third night running and we wondered if it was the International Space Station.

Next morning, further westwards to the small town of Sandstone, this proved to be a bit of a surprise place. Again, built around the gold rush days and early pastoral settlement, there was a good exhibition of historical photographs and paraphernalia of old. Included was an interesting article about a famous murder mystery which involved the author of the well known Detective Bonaparte novels. (Arthur Upfield). Not the author doing the deed, but someone who apparently heard him explaining how to get rid of dead bodies in one of his novels. The alleged murder was suspected of several killings, disposing of the bodies in a fire mixed with animal bones to cover up the deaths. The man was caught out, tried and eventually hanged in WA. This could well be a good example of the old adage of truth being stranger than fiction.

Further westwards, along a good sealed road, we arrived around mid afternoon at Mount Magnet, the junction of the Great Northern Highway. Had a quick visit to the information centre to suss out some of the mining and pastoral history and considered our next stop for the night.

Lake Nallan, about 40k north allowed for two days camping. We had stayed here before in 2006 and the lake had been full, not so today, a small lake at the camping end was all that remained. Inhabited by 5 black swans, several pelicans, numerous other water birds, we couldn't work out what they fed on as there was no sign of fish or shrimp. One unique resident was a single Australian Bustard; shy, he kept away from our side of the lake.
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Smoky Bay to Norseman

On a foggy morning, we agreed to get going to Ceduna and start our trip across the Nullarbor, taking advantage of a three day good weather forecast. A refuel stop at Ceduna and we were on our way across one of the worlds famous "drives". As this was our second trip from East to West, the road ahead didn't hold as much apprehension for us as before. Having done the trip both ways in 2006, it was now a bit hum-drum. The biggest worry was, and proved to be, the high cost of fuel.
We passed through Penong, famous for windmills; we didn't think that there were as many to be counted as last time. Looking at our 2006 photos, this seems to be the case. As many were dilapidated, they have either fallen down or been dismantled.


The start of the Nullarbor (no trees) is close to the Head of the Bight, a popular whale watching location but a bit early for them. However, along the way, talking to a truck driver on the CB, he could see a pair of whales from his cab; he was sitting a bit higher than us so we missed them.
We also found that several of the cliff top look-outs between Nullarbor Road House and the SA-WA Border have been closed since we last crossed, environment concerns for where the jagged 90 metre high cliffs plunge straight down to the Southern Ocean have led to restrictions of access.

After one night camp, we passed through the Border Village into Western Australia, a photo stop at the roadhouse, a final quarantine check; we reset the clocks to eastern WA time and set off for Mundrabilla, our next refuelling stop.
A near disaster, close to empty on one tank in the Landcruiser, pulled into the servo only to find out that the roadhouse had run out of diesel. Due to a major truck blitz by WA police and Road Transport Authority, Mundrabilla had a queue of road-trains that were having a "forced" rest period; they had caused a major run on the supplies. So our next refuelling stop, about 140-odd Kilometres away, Madura Pass. Just so happens, this was the dearest diesel on the route, $1:97 c/l, over $260 to refuel, ouch!
After another night camp, we travelled the "Longest Straight in Australia" (145.6K, 90 miles) to Balladonia, famous for its "Sky-Lab" exhibit, and then on to Norseman.
Norseman doesn't hold any attractions for us so after a fuel stop, a visit to the tourist centre, we headed north towards Kalgoorlie and another overnight free camp 12k away.