Friday, 16 July
Before leaving Katherine this morning, we were able to discuss with our next door neighbour, the merits of the caravan parks at Timber Creek and Victoria River Crossing and decided to take his advice and stay at Timber Creek. (More on this later!)
A beautiful, clear day as we headed west through unburnt savannah, even spotting a couple of kangaroos hopping across the road. The road was pretty good, nice and wide with some bouncy sections. A sign advised that the road was due to undergo “Pavement Rehabilitation” – everyone else would say “Roadworks.” We played leapfrog most of the journey with a caravan carrying the number place “2OLDCROWS.” They were definitely the female equivalent of a Rick/Steve couple! Shortly before reaching Victoria River, the scenery changed to jump ups (mesas) and the start of the escarpment country. The deep red soil was also reflected in the intensity of the deep red colouring of the escarpment rocks. Unfortunately, this colour was a little washed out by the light in our photos.
Timber Creek – a small outpost about 200 kms east of Kununurra, supposedly with a population of 200 (haven’t found where they live yet). There is a police station, a couple of houses, a roadhouse with public bar (and attendant indigenous population) and TWO caravan parks. The RAC book only lists one and there is only signage for one – the WRONG one! We booked into the signed park at the roadhouse and discovered later that the advertised park is almost next door (they really should put up some signs). This park is adequate for us for the night, because we have our own shower and toilet, however, one of us would probably have insisted on moving if we had to use the park showers, which are REVOLTING!!! There is a lovely grassed tent area and some grassy sites, but the majority of sites are under shady trees – this means dirt, of course. Power poles are just planted in the ground with no thought as to how caravans can even get to them and everyone just parks higgledy piggledy. A large creek edges the back of the park (not far from our site) with a big sign advising crocodiles inhabit the creek and Bert is feed daily at 5.00 pm. A large colony of fruit bats has provided background noise.
I think it will be a rush for the gate tomorrow morning.
Before leaving Katherine this morning, we were able to discuss with our next door neighbour, the merits of the caravan parks at Timber Creek and Victoria River Crossing and decided to take his advice and stay at Timber Creek. (More on this later!)
A beautiful, clear day as we headed west through unburnt savannah, even spotting a couple of kangaroos hopping across the road. The road was pretty good, nice and wide with some bouncy sections. A sign advised that the road was due to undergo “Pavement Rehabilitation” – everyone else would say “Roadworks.” We played leapfrog most of the journey with a caravan carrying the number place “2OLDCROWS.” They were definitely the female equivalent of a Rick/Steve couple! Shortly before reaching Victoria River, the scenery changed to jump ups (mesas) and the start of the escarpment country. The deep red soil was also reflected in the intensity of the deep red colouring of the escarpment rocks. Unfortunately, this colour was a little washed out by the light in our photos.
Timber Creek – a small outpost about 200 kms east of Kununurra, supposedly with a population of 200 (haven’t found where they live yet). There is a police station, a couple of houses, a roadhouse with public bar (and attendant indigenous population) and TWO caravan parks. The RAC book only lists one and there is only signage for one – the WRONG one! We booked into the signed park at the roadhouse and discovered later that the advertised park is almost next door (they really should put up some signs). This park is adequate for us for the night, because we have our own shower and toilet, however, one of us would probably have insisted on moving if we had to use the park showers, which are REVOLTING!!! There is a lovely grassed tent area and some grassy sites, but the majority of sites are under shady trees – this means dirt, of course. Power poles are just planted in the ground with no thought as to how caravans can even get to them and everyone just parks higgledy piggledy. A large creek edges the back of the park (not far from our site) with a big sign advising crocodiles inhabit the creek and Bert is feed daily at 5.00 pm. A large colony of fruit bats has provided background noise.
I think it will be a rush for the gate tomorrow morning.
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