Diana and I had a
walk on the beach while we drank our coffee.
Then we had cereal for
breakfast and watched sand goannas strolling through the forest.
Driving the Bloomfield Track
Our plan for the
day was to drive the LC up the Bloomfield track, a 33 km stretch of 4
WD track that follows the coast. There are a couple stream
crossings, one of which came to the bottom of the doors, and some
quite steep sections with a grade of around 33%. In the Wet season
it would be quite a challenge, but since it's still fairly dry it
wasn't much of a problem. I had fun driving it though, and there
were some nice things to see along the way.
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| The steepest section of the road was paved |
The track ends at
the Aboriginal community of Wujal Wujal on the Bloomfield River. We
stopped at an overlook 30 or 40 meters above the river and scanned
for crocs, but other than some big fish swimming around we didn't see
any. We took a short hike to see Bloomfield Falls, wary of crocs,
but again not seeing any. It did mark the northern most point of our
trip, putting us just north of 16 degrees south. Hot and humid, it
certainly felt tropical, almost as bad as Ohio in July. Quite a
change from the very hot and very dry conditions of the Outback. One
day to foul a T-shirt, as opposed to four.
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| Beware of men who act like crocodiles |
The drive back
down the Track was a rewind of the northward trip, only not as
exciting since I knew the river crossings weren't too deep and the
ascents and descents not too steep. But the views of the ocean and
rainforest were slightly different viewed 'backwards'.
We stayed at the
Daintree River Campground for the night. Amy made delicious fajitas
on the barbie, and we visited with an Ten Pound Pom and his adult son
and a young Dutch couple, with whom we shared wine and coconut juice.
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