Part 6

Part 6

“I think we might make a trip out to Portland Roads” I say, standing on the intersection that can lead either to the ‘Tip’, back to Cairns or out to Portland Roads and Lockhart River. “It sounds an interesting place, with quite a bit of WW2 history. Might we worth a look”. We are already very familiar to gravel, dust and corrugations therefore nothing we haven’t seen before!

After picking-up with our new travelling companions, we did our last stock-up of good, fuel and water before ascending North for our intrepid journey to reach the top of Australia. Early days into the trip had been very uneventful. The road was bitumen and not as we had expected; more climbing the Great Divide than anticipated.

Following the mountains for most of the way, with the occasional flat savannah to break the scenery. We free camped the first night out; in a gravel pit (as you do), beside the road. An hour into our quite little hideaway and we see two more vans making their way towards us. “There goes our peace and serenity” one fellow traveller commented.  Although it was not what we really wanted, the company was good, with chat among the visitors and ourselves robust. 

The following night we stayed at Musgrave, a small outpost from a bygone era of the overland telegraph (Qld).  This old station has been turned into a place of respite for weary and dusty travellers. A small café/restaurant made a pleasant reprieve from the cooking. The hot showers were wonderful taking the layers of red dirt from under the fingernails, skin and the hair. Following our night of ‘luxury’ we were on our way again. 

I’ll admit here, so far into this journey, beside the scenery I was disappointed in our trek to the top. Beside the mountains and roller-coaster roads, it was…well boring to a certain degree. The road was bitumen a lot of the way, with patches of gravel to make sure you were awake, but nothing out of the ordinary. 

When other travellers from our pervious attempt went to the ‘top’, some of them felt cheated in some way. They felt for various reasons, they had rushed the trip, missing side-trips along the way. Their recommendation to us was “make sure you do it right. See everything you can”. I was beginning to think they were right; we needed a diversion hence the intersection to Portland Roads.

As we trundled down the roads, we really had no concept of what we were to encounter. The first part of the track lent itself to some burn-off of vegetation, making the termite hills standout, like ‘boot-hill’, in this black environment. There are various types of anthills; the ‘standard’ red dirt, to the exotic type of the magnetic. These ants build their empires of dirt in a north/south direction. This type of hill is used in swampy areas to alleviate heat stress in the nest. In the morning the ants migrate to the west, evenings to the east, for the cooler area. I guess you could say environmentally aware ants!

Once through the burn off area we encountered our first water crossing on the road. A mild stream a few metres wide, with good rock bottom. After many dips and twists we finally arrived at the Wenlock River.

After an easy entry we crossed the river following the concrete causeway underneath. The exit required a bit more navigation, as the slippery conditions from the water we carry through, and a couple of bumps made the Totoya and BT rock and roll. 

Our female traveller is not an adventure junkie in any sense of the word, so her initiation to true 4WD on this trip was just activated. 

After crossing the Wenlock, we decided to traverse a few kilometres to a camp site run by the local indigenous people. A campsite with plenty of space, a toilet and ‘donkey’ shower greeted us.  On arriving we were welcomed by a lovely lady who, along with a party of at least 6 others had been here for the past 3 weeks. She explained the ‘donkey’. The shower is hot, as long as the water is heated. To heat the water, create a fire in the stove. When you finish your shower, make sure you throw another piece of wood on the fire as you leave.

After these short instructions she then proceeded to tell us why they had been here three weeks. The party is an archaeological team, with all members doing their PhD. Even the Professor was present, assessing their skills along the way. They apparently did find some artefacts of significance here, which the Elder of the people was very excited about. Much of the history of his place had been either destroyed or hidden with overgrowth of vegetation, over the past 150 years. 

We did speak to her about the road into Portland Roads and Chilli Beach (Iron Range NP). She informed us the road was reasonably good, with occasional water crossings, and patches of bitumen. The Café at Portland Roads had a good reputation, but was closed on her venture yesterday! Lockhart River was quite a shock to her, but was the only place you could fill for fuel and supplies. 

Next morning, we were up bright and early ready for our new escapade. But not before my dear hubby had decorated the next-door caravan with streamers and balloons. It was female traveller’s birthday. Happy birthday V! Pancakes were on the breakfast menu today to add to the celebratory mood. 

After the camp lady had told us it would only take around 90 minutes to get into Portland Roads, we didn’t understand how she could be so wrong in her timing. It turned out to be a 4-hour one-way trip after many water crossings, Pascoe River included. The last of the journey included so many potholes, trying to dodge them was almost a waste of time. There were places where 4WD was absolutely necessary with some of the entries or exit to the crossings horrendous. White-knuckle fever present around most corners or dips. We travelled slowly until the bitumen section where a bit more speed was warranted. No damage to either van or car was our aim. We still needed to return! And this was a very remote part of the Cape, let alone Australia. 

Travelling through the last of the rainforest we came upon Portland Roads. What an oasis in this forbidden part of the country!  Manicured laws, swaying palm trees and newly varnished park seating. The surrounding mountains of Portland Roads added to its mystic. The ocean lay in front of us with opening arms. Alas, no swimming due to crocodiles! The old ruin of the port jetty could only be made out in the distance. A few broken wooden piles and iron nails all that remain. Once a thriving military base, Portland Roads was home to many air force and army personnel, being the main port for the FNQ detachments. Japanese subs patrolled the inner reef, destroying many of our allied ships in this area. Who knew?

The café was a quaint place set halfway up the mountain with a view over the cove and water. We spoke to the lady in charge and booked in for the evening meal. Pre-booking Male and Female traveller had the seafood platter. I, the garlic prawns with fettucine, hubby – fish and chips.  A wonderful way to celebrate V’s birthday. One I’m sure she will remember for a very long time.

Remote location, starry night, good company (I hope) and a romantic husband to boot. What more could a girl ask for? That night though we did have to free camp. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone. You are supposed to book for the NP, but seriously how would you know what the place was like unless you check it out first! Next morning, we went back to the entry to Portland Road to take a picture of the van, proving we did actually go there. After talking with one of the Shire Council workers he said “we were the first caravans we had seen in 2 years to make it in”! 

On waking the next morning, we wound our way into Chilli Beach. White quartz sand, coconut palm trees and a stiff sou-easterly wind blowing, greeted us on this beach. Two intrepid sailors in wind-assisted kayaks were launching off the beach, apparently heading to the ‘tip’. Their journey commenced at Townsville, we were told and were completing this in favour of ‘Mates Hero’s’ Charity. This Charity was set up to highlight the plight of return service people and their ongoing mental health issues.

After a quick look around, it was back into vehicles and onto Lockhart River where we could refuel as we were now almost empty. On the way into Lockhart River we passed the Gordon Airbase, once used by American Bombers. It remains an airfield to this day and I’m sure the remote community is thankful for its presence. While we were wandering around looking at the military images placed there in recognition of past service, a RFDS plane was about to take off. Who with?  Don’t know details but I hope they were ok and I’m glad it wasn’t me! 

Into Lockhart River finally and filled with one tank of fuel. All prior paid via the EFTPOS machine before the pump would turn on.  (As I write at present the whole of the Cape York Peninsula is off-line. We have no phone reception; no EFTPOS and all monetary transactions are in CASH! So much for the cashless society they predict in the future).

While waiting to refuel, some of the local indigenous children were running around pushing a Toyota Ute through the service-station. One child about 12-13years old was in the driver’s seat, while the rest of the children pushed the car down the hill to roll-start it. Yes, it did go and yes, the young person did drive it around town. So much for Community living.

Eventually after our refuelling we then headed out of town (after getting directions from a local) toward the coast – Quintile Beach.

Another pretty part of the world, with many fishing dinghy’s spread along the beach in various states of repair.  A quick look around, but time was fast running out. But not before finding what we thought was the true Lockhart River. (On looking at maps after the event, we are still not sure if it was, or just another tributary).

It was now time to return to our campsite from the previous day – back to where the archaeologists had been.  Return trip only took 3 hours. Obviously, we felt more confident in our drive this time. 

Returning to camp, we parked in the same place as previous. We also had to share or camp area with a marauding group of Oztrekers. A 4WD group had set up camp over the other side from us, using all the hot water… in fact all the water, until the Ranger came along and refilled the tanks from the Wenlock River. 

The date was now the 20^thJuly. A significant date in our history as it turns out. The day man landed on the moon. To celebrate this 50^thanniversary hubby brought out the projector, computer, screen and sound system to give a private screening of ‘The Dish’. To be honest re-watching this movie, on this auspicious day gave me goose-bumps. And right-on cue, as Neil Armstrong said ‘one step for mankind’ the (almost) full moon came up behind the vans! Perfect timing or what?

What a wonderful day to end a fun filled couple of days. Tomorrow we head for Wiepa.