There were no other stops until we reached Ellenbrae Station at 10:00 for their famous scones on the Gibb. We were not dissappointed, the scones were very nice and we ate them in a setting reminiscent of one you would expect in the Dandenong Ranges, surrounded by trees and birds. The staff were very friendly and had a good chat with us about their history at the station.
1000 year old Boab Tree with bathroom.
From Ellenbrae we headed for the turn off to the Kalumburu Road. When we reached the intersection we stopped for a quick toilet break before jumping back in the car to make the 60 k trip to Drysdale Station. We had to make it by 2:00 pm for lunch and it was already 12:10, would we make the trip in time?
Before leaving Home Valley Station I had been told that this road was being graded this week, well they hadn't started yet. Up until this point the Gibb had been pretty smooth going with our low pressures F22, R24, T20 but now the corrugations turned into a sea like swell, down one and up the other side. It was very slow going and we were forced to stick as far left as possible to try and find a semi smooth ride. We ended up arriving at Drysdale at about 1:35, just in time for one of their great big Kimberley Burgers, FANTASTIC.
On the way we lost a D Shackle, had some French tourist pass us at about 100 kmh while we were doing 25-30 in the sea of corrugations, saw a cattle truck stopped with a blown shocker and a caravan with a blown shocker limping back to Drysdale after leaving earlier in the day. It's all pretty disconcerting and I find myself constantly looking at my tyres and checking the car and trailer for things that may have come loose.
After our burgers we headed just up the road to the camp ground at Miners Pool and to our surprise we found that it was empty, we thought we were in the wrong spot until we checked out the river and I saw the rope swing Warren had told me about. So we set up and made our way down to the river for a freshen up in the evening light.
Once we has freshened up Trent threw a line in and then while giving him some casting instruction I got onto a little Bream which I returned to the water, deeming it too small.
Later on at night an old couple pulled in with their Ultimate camper and set up 100 or so metres from us, having just returned from our goal, Mitchell Falls, without their high priced/specked camper. The tension continues to build, wish us luck.
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