SAVANAH WAY – NATHAN RIVER HIGHWAY
We didn’t get far today. We backtracked back to Nathan River Road and explored the tracks off the road.
Twenty one kilometres up the road was another campsite. In our track notes it said “Very popular site for caravan travellers and anglers during the dry season. Campers advised to be self-sufficient and have their own chemical toilet”. I thought that was a strange description to include. I had never seen any reference to having a chemical toilet before. Well when we got there I soon found out why. Tomato Island – as the place is called- was a real gypsy camp. Instead of gypsies they were fishing folk. The campsite was absolutely full and looked an absolute mess. Campers, tents, buses, caravans and barrels galore. Apparently they come here for three months and it is the same people every year. They get their diesel in barrels. I wander what happens to the empty ones. I hope someone takes them away. I would not like to stay here.
We dropped into several other campsites along the Roper River.
At one of the campsites we helped out a group by giving them a turd to fix a tyre and lent them the compressor to blow up their tyres. They had gone for a drive up to Towns River yesterday and had punctured two tyres.
We went past the St Vidgeon Homestead ruins on the way to Lomarieum Lagoon.
A beautiful spot.
From here to Towns River the road became bad. You could see the damage that had been caused during the wet and that was now under repair.
Washouts, extremely badly corrugations were par for the course here.
The track to Port Roper was closed. Some water was still on the road and it was drizzling all day on and off.
At least the scenery made up for the bad road.
We decided to stop for the day at Towns River and camped on the rocky ledge near the river. There are quite a few bush camp sites here. Another Oka was camped here. Quite a few camps were set up but not a person in sight as they were all out fishing in boats.
Hubby threw in a line but he had no luck. One fisherman when he came back offered us a quennie as he had just caught it today in the boat but had no room in the freezer. It made for a beautiful meal.
In the evening it felt very cool as it was windy even though it was 26 degrees.
This little fella was only a metre from the Oka and I think he was trying to tell us who was boss here.
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