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A Well Known Gorge And Her Relaxing Surrounds

Having stayed just out of Mataranka, we were only a stones throw from the famous Katherine Gorge!  Once in the town of Katherine, we organised for the whooping cough vaccination as it was needed for the next big stint in our journey.  We then decided to browse through the Art + Culture Gallery in hope for some brilliant Aboriginal art.  Unfortunately there was minimal and instead, there was a series of ‘creative’ displays on.

We escaped from the heat that afternoon at Katherine Springs.  Similar to Mataranka, there were minimal people around as it was now the wet season and we were able to relax in the warm waters.  There was even a small flowing waterfall to add to the serenity.  We could have stayed there forever but instead thought it better to find camp.  Finding a cheap $10/pp camp out of town at North Bank Park, we were greeted by a very accommodating bloke and would highly recommend this hide-away in the Katherine area. 

We woke with excitement the next day to see what Katherine Gorge had in store for us.  When we came through the gates into Nitmiluk National Park, we were slightly disappointed on our arrival.  On numerous signs on the way in, we read the Gorge was closed for swimming due to the recent rainfall and increased chance of saltwater crocs.  As a result, we had to take the tough option of lounging around the pool for the arvo.

The staff at the tourist information had recommended a short 1km walk (with a couple of beers) to the Baruwei Lookout for sunset.  Listening to her advice we packed the backpack with the essentials.  By the time we arrived at the top we were buggered by the steep hill climb.  Luckily for us, the view was breathtaking and well worth it.  A group of backpackers also had the same idea and as we began chatting, we quickly discovered they had come from the W.A coast.  Many laughs were had in the exchange of stories from all of our adventures, as the sun slowly set over the Katherine River.  The full moon had also made an appearance at the same time as we returned to camp. 

Up at 5:30am to beat the heat, we decided on a walk to explore the Gorge as we couldn’t swim.  As the weather was averaging 39 degrees we wanted to be back by the pool early.  Hiking along the southern walks track we made it to two stunning lookouts, Pat’s Lookout and Jedda’s Rock.  These were outstanding views of gorges 1 & 2, only hitting the sides of a total 13!  Having some smoko at Jedda’s Rock Lookout as the sun was beating down on the river, we spotted the morning cruise returning from its adventure!

On the return trip we visited the Southern Rockhole.  This was still prohibited to swimmers due to a high risk of crocs but it was still a tranquil place to cool down and have a rest.  Back in the searing heat on the trail we couldn’t drink fast enough as the sweat dripped off our faces.  We had been 3 hrs and 43 mins, trekking for 12.2kms.  Nay even powered through the end as a gnarly blister was causing her serious grief!  Lucky we could retire to the pool and recover from the big morning.

We’ll be back to see Katherine Gorge in her entirety at full force, as we plan to return for a scenic chopper ride and experience her beauty during the wet season.

Back on the Stuart Hwy was the only way from Katherine to visit Edith Falls (Northern Nitmiluk NP) where the waterholes were open to swim!  Once again, dripping with sweat, we took the 2.6km loop to the upper falls.  It was a fantastic refreshing swim when we jumped in, trying to avoid the blistering hot rocks.  With minimal shade around we didn’t hang for long and hiked back to the lower pools.  We spent over an hour snorkelling around, swimming 150m to the waterfall and to our suprise, saw a barramundi in the shallows!  With a solid day like this, we could only reward ourselves with wood fired pizzas in the camp oven that night!

Having a rough sleep due to the heat and woken several times by an unbelievable thunderstorm, we were up at 5:00am for another walk.  It sounds crazy but we hoped for an amazing reward!  Smashing through the first 4.6kms the weariness subsided and we arrived at a brilliant private swimming hole, Sweetwater Pools.  Being so early and remote, Mark may or may not have been one with nature before the 4.6km return walk for some lunch!

After exhausting the Nitmiluk NP waterholes, we were back on the Stuart Highway.  A quick stop at Hayes Creek lead us to the Butterfly Gap, compliments of WikiCamps .  Following the directions on the app we were suprised to find hundreds of butterflies fluttering around us in the secluded ‘cave’ system.  Arriving at a free camp at Robin Falls we had our own little swimming hole.  Relaxing in the waters we were stunned when we thought a snake was only 3m away from us, luckily it was just a goanna!  Only a week prior we had learnt that the little buggers could swim!

Feasting on leftover pizza, we chatted about our next destination and what it had to offer.  We had heard numerous opinions, seen many brochures and known it was a very famous location in the northern NT.  We were thrilled to be heading to Litchfield National Park…

13/10/2016 – 19/10/2016

Parting Ways To A Change Of Scenery

Going on our own back on the road felt a little abnormal as we had spent the better part of 2 months with Stu.  Nevertheless, for the first time on our trip we went west.  Making some ground from Atherton we arrived at the Innot Hot Springs around 6pm.  After our big adventure up the Cape we quickly found that the Grey Nomad season was wrapping up and the Springs were deserted!

We quickly set up and had a feed, then retired to the warm therapeutic pools which were naturally heated from the local springs.  Each pool had a spa feature with temperatures varying from 23-25, 28 – 30, 32-24, 36-40, 41-45 degrees.  Having to try them all, we started in the cooler ones until reaching the unbearable 41-45 degrees, where we couldn’t even submerge an entire leg as it was that scolding!  We spent the following morning relaxing back in the spas until we dragged ourselves away to check out the local river and it’s springs.  To our suprise, the water here felt hotter than the warmest pool we’d just experienced!  Reading a sign we learnt that in 1991 the temperature in the river was 71 degrees with a flow of 3L/sec!

Once again the climate changed as we went from a cold Atherton to a much warmer and dry path along the Savannah Way.  Stopping at the 40 Mile Scrub National Park we stumbled into a dry rainforest.  Not knowing such a thing existed, we quickly discovered it still had all the characteristics of a standard rainforest (different levels of foilage and heavy rainfall during the wet) but during the dry most of the plants shed their leaves to save water in order to survive.

Burning through some more kilometres of straight never ending road, we made it to the eerie town of Einesly.  Going along the main drag we discovered there was a population of 15 people which included the publican and his mate who seemed to just play with remote control cars all day – what a life!  Entering the pub we checked out an award winning miniature doll house collection that his (publicans) father had crafted as a hobby.  Around the corner from the pub was Copperfield Gorge.  This was the definition of hot and dry.  Black, rugged rocks in an isolated environment surprisingly housing very welcoming water between its cliff edges.  Luckily for us we had an even better swimming hole in mind.  That evening we camped at Cobbold Gorge (100km west) where an infinity pool and cold beverages awaited us!

With not a soul around it felt a little strange to have the entire camping area to ourselves!  We booked on a tour the next day to see further into the Gorge (as it is on private property).  To our amazement, there was only 7 of us out of a possible 42.  We were taken by an interesting guide who at times seemed to be on auto pilot but still had a great repertoire of information.   The cattle property had been split between 5 siblings and the youngest son inherited the section containing the Gorge.  He didn’t come to realisation of what he owned until he was in his late 20’s during a camping trip with some mates.  The guide then introduced us to many native trees and how they were used by the Aboriginals.  Ones that spiked our interest in particular were; a tree used for soap, as well as asphyxiating fish as a hunting tool, another in which you smoulder the leaves as an insect repellent and one that if you inhale it’s fumes from a fire, you will feel like you have the flu for 2 weeks!

After a trek around the top of the Gorge we went down to a jetty where an electric motor boat (being a Nature Reserve) awaited us for a 400m cruise.  It was spectacular to go along between the narrow sandstone walls and be able to feel the smooth surfaces of where torrents of water would gush during the wet.  Our guide explained how they have the use a pulley system to remove the jetty and boats during the off season as the water level can rise 8m when the Gorge floods!  Seeing a few small fish along the way and a baby freshwater croc, we were disappointed to miss Claude (the big 3.5m croc) who was said to be patrolling under the surface.  The Gorge was a stunning slice of paradise and worth visiting even if it was just for the infinity pool with its swim up bar!  

Returning to the laborious straight highway hugged by savannah bushland, we went through the small establishment of Georgetown.  If we blinked, we would have missed it as we continued 20kms west to The Cumberland Chimney.  Being able to camp near a dam here, Nay was craving roti bread with her famous peanut sauce.  We quickly googled a recipe and before we knew it we were relaxing by a fire demolishing the home made bread.

The next morning we learnt how the gold rush around the area had a huge impact on the neighbouring small towns.  Only the Chimney remained from this township but you could see how they flourished for the 30-40 year period until the gold was depleted and the town was abandoned.  Having a suss of the birdlife at the dam we found there were free binoculars!  We honed in on all varieties of birds from far away and were amazed at what we could see – maybe we needed to buy a pair of our own. 

Back in the car, looking at the map, we had only just started our long journey along the dry Savannah Way.  We wondered what other small pockets of history we could discover…

05/10/2016 – 08/10/2016