Friday, 14th of June, 2013
It was a cold night – 4 degrees outside, 8 degrees inside the caravan. Clear skies – cold nights. Being so much further West and almost at the shortest day of the year, sunrise is late. This was at 7:50am.
We continued on now having mountains on either side of the road. As you can see in the following photos, it is still very green here, not at all what I expected. Indeed I didn’t expect the mountains either.
All the time we are trying to find the best path on the road, with the least corrugations and of course having to avoid these patches where, while wet, vehicles have carved deep ruts.
We filled up with diesel at a roadhouse in Docker River, an Aboriginal community. We found the store, but I couldn’t locate the bowsers. Turns out the bowsers are in metal cages – I presume this is to protect against vandalism and theft.
Not being used to these communities I found it quite depressive. For me it is hard to understand that the people living here actually choose to live like this. I expected the store to be run by Aborigines – but the store is run by people of Asian origin. Photos are prohibited inAboriginal communities.
There was a fairly well kept camp ground near the community. It was fairly well kept. We had lunch there and I went to look for a geocache. It was up a hill and afforded great views to the mountain ranges – especially to the Bloods Range in the north.
We had been given coordinates for a nice overnight stop and directions to find it. We were talking between the vehicles with UHF discussing our way in. Suddenly an additional voice joined the conversation, suggesting it was a bad idea to go in there. It was a police vehicle that had overtaken us shortly before the turn off. His suggestion of going up with a vehicle without the van to check it out was accepted and Val drove up the track and returned, saying that the policeman was right – it was too narrow and some of the bends too tight for caravans.
After dinner I cleaned out the camp oven and emptied the water near a tree close by. Soon after that, a dingo circled the campsite and settled to lick the ground where I emptied the camp oven. He probably was after the fat that had congealed when I cleaned the pot.
We only started to see dingos a few days ago. I never had seen a dingo in the wild until then.