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| More gorging |
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| Time to reflect |
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| In the spinifix |
Buoyed by our bouldering successes the day
before, we begrudgingly gave up on peak bagging in the morning, instead heading
into the heart of another few gorges. Not as serious as the previous morning,
but it didn’t take too long for some more bouldering to be required – great fun.
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| Red and yellow and pink and blue... |
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| Work hat Jack! |
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| A bit of (elbow) grease later... |
As we were traversing the National Park, the
first Daewoo failure occurred – a flat tyre. Whether due to Tony’s driving will
never be determined, but sleeves were rolled up, the jack unleashed and a bit
of elbow grease later we were back on our way. Typical – it happened about 5
kms from the sealed road, but we brushed it off as a great life experience.
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| Fern Pool |
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| Fortesque Falls |
Cooled off (and tried unsuccessfully to remove
some of the grease from hands!) at Fern Pool and Fortesque Falls, then hit the
road. Port Hedland was our stop, where everywhere you look has something to do
with mining – with no accommodation sorted we were turned away by the official
caravan park, got rejected (and verbally abused) at a more permanent caravan park,
told by one hotel that they were booked out for the next year but as we were
starting to panic found a room at the ‘lovely’ Hospitality Inn. It had a bed,
and was clean – we didn’t need anything else…
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| Yet more gorges |
Key Learnings:
1. Sometimes visitor centre ladies aren't so wrong about dirt roads...
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Another sunset - before
accommodation troubles |
2. If you’re ever looking
to stay in an Australian mining town, make sure you book ahead…
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