Drysdale Station

We loved Ellenbrae, but needed to push on, so packed down the camp and headed back on the road. (After one last sneaky scone for Papa)

There was some sort of car rally on, where people take old cars and drive like idiots through the bush under the guise of raising money. Made for a stressful drive, with lots of rocks thrown up, dust and out of control boomers…

We eventually turned off the Gibb to head up towards Drysdale and the Mitchell Plateau, where these guys thankfully hadn’t been.

Road was a lot rougher for corrugations, with the car ‘floating’ now and then - they aren’t consistent, so finding a speed that works is tricky. Still, we made it here just fine. I haven’t checked the eggs though, may be having an omelette in the morning…

A sweet little water hole just down the road washed the dust and sweat of the trip off :-)Meer informatie