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Rudall River National Park

Written on: Monday June 18th, 2007

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From Georgia bore we decided to venture off the Canning Stock Route (CSR) and head to Rudall River NP. This is one of the largest NP in the world and only accessible by four wheel drive. At over 1,200,000 hectare and one of the most remote. While stopping on the track to view a dead carcass guess who rolled up beside us. Yes our dear friends Michael and Hugh (we must say dear incase they are reading this) did find our note in the jar.  With lighting speed they caught up with us and our vehicle aka ?Canada 1? only likes to drive slow. Michael and I have a similar warped interest in taking pictures of dead animals. We first stopped at Parnngurr Aboriginal community for fuel and finally after finding the store clerk, non Aboriginal guy, we fueled up for $2.00 per litre. Our choice was $3.00 credit card or $2.00 cash price. I think you can guess how we paid. This Diesel pump is not what you would thing. It?s a large tank above ground with an old style meter that was difficult to read and when in use it leaked out at the pump. Lucky for us they just had the tank filled. We didn?t see too many people there and were told that they were preparing for a funeral of an aboriginal that was just killed due to drunk driving.  On the way into Rudall NP we let Michael ?Andretti? and Hugh pass us.  We spotted several camels and AGAIN one ran in front of us on the track for about 2 kilometers before he veered off just a slobbering. (You?d be surprised with the number of Camel pictures we have). We approached another camel carcass along the track but this time it?s skull was nicely propped up on display with a little note stuck in it saying ?guess what?s for dinner?. You can see the warped sense of humour that these guys have and of course we had to take a pic of that. We spent the night at a place called Desert Queens Bath. There is a wonderful walk that passes through six major pools in a deep gorge. Michael and Hugh swam through these and apparently to the eighth pool. By the little screams that came out of their mouths we knew the water was too cold, so we decided to climb up to the top and watched them from there. That night Michael baked bread again and in order for Scott and I to have our own loaf he made me knead ours. Yes I was kneading bread in the outback. Mom and Pat would be so proud of me. It did not rise as nicely as his but it was delicious. We all decided that we would venture out the west end of the park along a track that on one map says ?impassible? and another map shows it as ?approximate position?. The track was initially used in 1936. With two vehicles we figured it would be safe enough as apposed to one. This meant that we would be delaying our CSR trip for a few weeks. Again more camels and this time we had three running in front. It was like a horse race with the trailing camel overtaking the lead and on the VHF radio Michael was the race commentator. This went on for over 3 km when thank god they left the track. As we continued it was evident that no vehicle had traveled down this track for years and had only been used by camels, dingos and wild donkeys that we heard through the night honking. We had to cross a couple of dry river beds, one of which the other guys got stuck in but not Canada 1. After watching them dig a bit and lower the tire pressure they got out and we continued on. At one deep dry river bed we dragged our rear bumper on the edge requiring repairs at a later date. At one time we lost the track and we all got out in search of it and when locating it we headed down the track. After loosing the track several more times, we need the GPS co-ordinates from Michael and typed them into our GPS to fine our way. The track was so over grown that shrubbery grew up higher than the truck and at times all we could see was Michael?s flag going through the bush. This is known as bush bashing and thank god we own this truck. On our last day we traveled 100km in 10 hours. This track ended out on a dirt station road which we followed to the station homestead and then on to the town of Newman.

After a two day rest and so partying we said our good byes again and headed northwest to Karijini NP. Here we registered for our camp site and guess who we met? YES the Aussies. We just can?t get rid of them and I?m sure they are saying the same think because they told us so. We walked through and scrambled up and down the gorge past the pool which stopped our friends. Michael and Hugh if you are reading this we Canadians made it to the end for a spectacular view. We have the pictures to prove it. This park in known to have Dingos at the camp sites so you do not leave you shoes out for they will disappear and I (Gaby) bumped into one on my way to the outhouse. From here we drove on to Broome after having the last breakfast with the guys and of course another goodbye.

At Broome we drove onto Cable Beach, a beach you can travel on with a 4X4 for 22km. We spent the day here getting sun burnt (tisk tisk) and had to wait for the tide to go out before we could return to town.

Dear Michael and Hugh we are on our way to the Kimberlys just in case you wanted a friend or two.

Till next time.