It’s just over 2000km from Collie to Pardoo Station up in the Pilbara. For us old people that’s a 5 night run from the jarrah forests of the SW to the red dirt of the Pilbara. Linda and I have made this trip several times now, so it was a lot of familiar camps and sights for us but on this trip we had Linda’s sister Wilma and her hubby Ian accompanying us and for them it was all new once we passed the Shark Bay turnoff. We try and limit our daily runs to less than 400km but more than 300km so our camps were on average about 350km apart which allowed us to arrive between 2-3PM to try and secure a flat spot where we can have a fire. Ian unfortunately had problems with his car overheating and boiling on two occasions – so we were all a little stressed at times. But every cloud has a silver lining! – apparently there have been ongoing overheating problems with some models of Mitsubishi Challengers and Tritons and at the time of posting this blog it looks like Mitsubishi will completely replace the motor at no charge.
There is a Pajero at the end of every rainbow |
At the Billabong Hilton |
Night 2 – was at the back of the Billabong Roadhouse not far from the Shark Bay turnoff. This is the second time we have stayed here and its not a bad option for a one-nighter with free camping, free shower, and the cheapest fuel this side of the black stump. Not flash and close to the main highway but surprisingly quiet.
Night 3 – was at Minilya River free camp (again) 140km north of Carnarvon. This had been closed for weeks after the cyclone but was once again well patronized and is a comfortable stopover heading north.
Hunting budgies - Robe River |
Night 4 – was at Robe free camp (again) – very busy so we secured the scenic spot opposite the toilet dump point 😊 – surprisingly odour free thanks to the prevailing easterly wind.
Made it! |
Now a little story on odds – according to Google there are around 24 billion trees in Australia and each tree has at least 3 branches. So there ae roughly 72 billion options for a goanna to choose from for a hollow branch to hibernate in. So - what are the odds that an aging grey nomad would stop at an abandoned gravel pit, jump a fence and walk up to that tree with his chain saw and cut you in half? Found the bottom half of the lucky goanna but never found the other half!
A video record of our trip north can be found HERE