Heading North for winter DAY THREE
You know those movies where people are buried alive, and the sound just as the first load of sand gets dumped on the enclosed box. Now that’s the feeling you get when a sudden downpour hits your caravan in the middle of the night. It wasn’t Johnny that woke us in the early morning but it may as well have been. We headed off early.
Yan Yan Road runs through some interesting crop fields with Sunflowers as far as the eye can see. Just imagining the fields in full bloom was enough to warm the mood of cool morning.
One small note: Aquaplaning with a caravan is not a pleasant experience, he he. However, as the fields came alive with movement these thoughts were quickly forgotten. Gorgeous long legged grey beauties everywhere. They were eating someone’s crop and not sure what it was but it must have been yummy as there were hundreds (ok maybe a slight exaggeration) and the Brolgas were certainly a more pleasing site.
There is that raise of the finger again…must be getting tired by now lol. It used to be that driving along it would be massive trucks that you share the road with (we are talking of road trips as a youngin with my mum and dad…little bit a time ago ha Ha)….Now it’s caravans. Every standard rest stop (side of the road) appear more and more like impromptu caravan park which is a little concerning for solo (family unit) adventurers like us.
The burnt orange gothic castles of the scrub floor scavengers’ (termite mounds if you haven’t guest) homes become more prevalent the closer we get to Charters towers. The farming grasslands have turned to scrubby low-lying twiggy tree fields.
Thoughts of those scaly prehistoric beasts start to enter my mind the closer we get to the next camp site. MACROSSAN PARK was our first croc warning campsite so venturing to the creek was off limits this time around (so hard when it is such a beautiful spot).
The strong arches draw us in, gorgeously weathered and offset nicely with well-rusted nails. Two different but both powerful structures straddled our campsite. One holds a historical regalness, the other the strength of the future.
The opportunity to capture the night nestled between the great structures outweighed the insanity of parking directly under the train line. Having the almost gothic archways at our doorstep set the mood of this magical spot.
All enthusiasm aside, tentatively we scouted the area strictly sticking to well-worn paths like a bunch of grannies doing a nature walk. As the darkness fell so did my mood…did something really have to move in the bushes every time I stepped outside to set the long exposure…..the last shot with the caravan was a little more arty than intended because there was no way I was going out there without a torch he he.
LILYVALE WATER HOLE to BELYANDO CROSSING ROADHOUSE (285km 3.30hr)
Gregory Developmental Rd Belyando
Walk to River, BBQ
R onto Yan Yan Rd
R onto Gregory Hwy at Capella
BELYANDO CROSSING ROADHOUSE to MACROSSAN PARK (217km 2.30hr)
Flinders Hwy Dotswood Wiki
River, CROCS, BBQ Reception, toilets, very large area, old railway bridge
R onto Gregory Developmental Rd
R onto Flinders Hwy
R at signpost after Burdekin River crossing
50m from water edge and 2m above water mark
Dispose of all food scraps away from campsite
Stay 5m away from waters edge
safe distance from crocodiles on the water is at least 25 meters
If you fall into water where crocodilians live, remain calm. Splashing around and shouting attracts attention from crocodilians and may incite them to attack. Swim or wade to the shore as quickly, quietly and calmly as you can, preferably staying below the water’s surface to avoid splashing.
Attack the animal’s eyes.
Attack the palatal valve behind the animal’s tongue
On land, RUN
NEXT: Magical Castles of Paranella Park