|A very relaxed traveller is our Boris|
Onwards to Canal Creek, which I would have loved to camp on but too early in the day and the falls weren't far away. Where we entered last time was full of washouts and mudpits - not enticing at all. We took the easy track to the south to get down and then a little splash across the creek.
|Canal Creek Entry|
|Crossing Canal Creek|
|Lunch at Canal Creek|
Some campers we had run into at Vrilya were there and came running over before Craig went across the creek - had to laugh, when they got to the car they told Craig they just wanted to say hello to Boris!! He has got quite a fan club up here... A younger couple from Toowoomba that had crossed Sam Creek with us were also stopped here for lunch, which is what we were going to do also - about 1.30pm. It was quiet a social event at Canal Creek, talking to an English couple from Perth and the younger couple from Toowoomba and a few other people, probably stayed longer then we intended. Time to push on to Twin Falls. The young couple tacked onto our little travelling circus for the trip to the falls (Melissa & James). Coming up the track from Canal Creek we came to an abrupt stop - Craig had managed to hang the car up on a tree stump, underbody bashplates just paid for themselves! It wasn't a drama, just reversed a bit, changed the angle of the front wheels and away we went - he was the only one to find the tree stump though....
Arrived at Twin Falls around 2.30pm, I stayed with Boris at the car while everyone else went down to have a look at Twin Falls and Elliot Falls.
Melissa & James left us to setup camp at the Twin Falls campground, Jim & Ev were going to stay here also but have decided to continue on with us to Bramwell Station for the night. We pushed onto Bramwell at 3pm - the track and the PDR were atrocious with rocks and corrugations as big as anthills - doing 60k/hr didn't work, 10 to 20k/hr didn't work, it was just relentless. Poor Gaylux's & campers - the truck's suspension worked overtime. Craig's intending to check how hot the shocks are when we get to Bramwell - but I'll tell you now, he forgot.
We finally arrived at 6pm - Yay! You're greeted by the guard Brolga at the gate to the camp ground.
|Guard Brolga at Bramwell|
|Our camp at Bramwell Station|
Before we even got the campers opened up, we had an audience of interested people watching who were on a tour and wanted to see the campers open up and see what they had in them. While all this was going on there was time for the boys to fit in another beer before dinner. Time for dinner at the kiosk/bar and it was excellent, partly because we didn't have to cook it. Very yummy. After dinner we took Boris back to the campsite to feed him, then returned to the kiosk for socialising (Boris was allowed to sit outside of the eating area, so he was happy enough because he could see us). The tour bus group had decended on the kiosk by this time and having fun trying to hook the stirrup onto a nail, it's not as easy as you think. We ended up staying there chatting, playing the stirrup game and having a few drinks, until we realised it was 10.30pm. Boris was ready for bed, so Ev & I went leaving Craig & Jim still talking to the fellow behind the bar. Eventually they came to bed.....