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Published: September 17th 2013
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"Let's take the bitumen" he says.The entire morning involved doing a bush mechanics repair on the tail pipe. I am so glad too, because I was certainly feeling the effects of carbon monoxide. Luckily I bought the muffler bandage, muffler putty and good old wire before we left for the trip. Wayne spent quite sometime getting the tailpipe on and was successful. I spent the morning fixing up the smashed rear driver side window with two beer cartons glad wrap and some duck tape. It works well ... Duck tape cures everything. We decided that considering B2 had done some seriously hard work that we would forgo the 80 km eight hour journey from Laura to the
ruins at the old Gold mining town of Maytown. We would take a leisurely drive down the coast home. Both in agreement .... yes. B2 had done his job and was in for a cruisey drive back home over the next two weeks.Around midday we headed off from Musgrave Station which is a really good location for camping if ever you are up this way. South south south a long way south. Dropped in to Hann River Road house for a stale corned beef and pickled sandwich and a photo opportunity with a cheeky emu and headed off. The bitumen was inching closer and closer.The Quinkan aboriginal rock art was amazing. It's about 12 kms before
Laura if you are heading north. Really amazing. It's called SplitRock which is pretty obvious when you see it. It was a bit of a mish to get up there. You could tell that you were in interesting place because the geological features became very different from everything else before or after. It was a bit like the approach to Carnarvon Gorge all sandstone outcrops and massive rock falls. The car park was right next to the main road but it was a fair hike uphill over steep rocks to see the art. The elements had carved out the perfect sheltered place for the art to be done. Much of the art was done down low which indicated to me that children (or adults) laid on their back or crouched down low to paint them. The were hunchback dingoes, fat bandicoots, flying foxes without wings (weird) and various other creatures.A second gallery called "Tall Spirits" had lots of long tall human like figures looking a bit ghoulish. There were other galleries but
it was horribly hot so we turned around and came back. The noise the speeding cars were making on the bitumen far below us sounded like digeredoos it was a great sound effect as it was reverberating off the cave walls and was really sensational. It was sometime between Quinkan and Lakeland that Wayne decided that he wanted to do the CREB (Cairns Regional Electricity Board) track which is another 4wd adventure of mammoth proportions. I knew it wouldn't be long before we headed off road again - the temptation is too great. So Lions Den here we come again. A fellow camper who had a boat and off road camper told Wayne he had just done the CREB track. But I was suspicious about it because his car was a very very new model and very very clean .. No red impervious red
dirt and something didn't look quite right about him ...can't put my finger on it. But he could never have done the CREB with boat and trailer ... Not possible.... Well probably possible but unlikely.The drunken dirt bike rider group of about 20 busted out of the hotel and spilled into the camp ground late in the evening and woke us all up with their rampage. Sleep..
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