DAY 35 Pilbara – Kimberley Trip
CLEAVERVILLE – YULE RIVER
Meandered through Pilbara’s lovely little towns of Wickam, Port Sampson, Cossack and Roebourne. Pilbara is so unique and the landscape feels so ancient, so different.
The weather is hottish and humid. We heard that Lyons Creek that we had crossed several weeks ago near the Kennedy Ranges was now 3 metres high. The creeks and rivers are rising and some then falling within short time spans. You cross one river and its empty and the next creek or river crossing a few kilometres away is high and flowing. It is hard to comprehend what is happening here.
We timed how long it took the one kilometre long ore train to pass as we waited at a crossing – 8 minutes.Perth office was rung up.
The GPS has been playing up. So the Perth office was rung up. It is to be sent back for a check. It tells us to take a 300 km detour when we are 20km from a place, doesn’t recognise some major roads and decides to have a rest and do no work t times. Very annoying – and it’s a new one that we got for the trip.
After Gascoyne’s hot and dry
Pilbara’s welcome is hot with a sigh
Humid not dry
Overcast sky
Lightning on order every day
As clouds build up during the day
To dump their might freight
Of water – it’s a mighty weight
As one tries to sleep during the night
After flies and grasshoppers one has had to fight
The rivers fill
Floodways spill
Tidal plains empty and fill
And even more water flows one’s way
As roads rise and dip along the way
Testing the driver as they cross each bit
Hoping to stay on track with each nature’s little trick
From Karijini to Millstream the mighty Fortescue streams
Building up volume as it flows down stream
Whilst not far down the track
Along the mighty railway track
Back and forth the trains do rumble
Dampier, Port Lambert in their sights
With salt mines and North West Shelf sharing their light
Port Sampson lies quietly to the side
Beavering away at pearls and fish on the side
Whilst poor stately Cossack a has been it seems
Holds on to its past with self driving tours it seems.
Onwards we press through flood plain terrain
Will there or will there not be water or rain
One creek is dry
The next it is flowing
And so we keep going
Till we stop for a rest
At lovely Yule Creek for that rest
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