Tuesday 27th June
Drysdale River Station WA
John and the 80' pushing through the slop
Bit of a travel day today. We spent the night listening to the
dingo’s howl intermittently and quite close to
camp.
King Edward River art site
Probably coming in for the scraps we were trying to tempt out owl visitor with. Out of bed a fraction before seven and a dusty pack up and breakfast followed by a wash and the drive off at 8:30. We backtracked across the plateau to the
King Edward River through the palm groves and tropical
woodlands, fording the mud holes and streams and braving the bulldust and oncoming maniacs. It was my turn to take the photos of the Toyo crossing the streams today. Crossed paths with the Traralgonites again heading into the falls area after having a night at Kalumbaru. They couldn’t talk us into it though.
Mysterious Wanjana figures - King Edward River
Just before the
King Edward River, we turned right onto a dusty and rugged track and drove a short distance in to an area of rocks. From here it was a short walk to find significant
rock art, namely the Wanjana figures that I had wanted to see. The Wanjana are
Ceremonial figures?
the spaceman/alien heads with a halo surrounding them that Erik Van Danekan made so much of in his ”Chariots of the gods” book of the 1970’s. Impressive they were but their true meanings have been lost in antiquity. What I had learnt is that the Wanjana are always found near water. They are a water spirit and have no mouth as it is believed that should a wanjana spirit open their mouth, the water flowing from it would flood the land.
We had a cup, of tea and biscuits there before pushing on across the deep water of the
King Edward River. We were met on the other side by 6 vehicles from the Southern Highlands 4X4 club. We found that the graders had obviously turned left onto the road towards Drysdale because the first 20 km were not the horror
HMAS Toy-tanic crossing the King Edward River
stretch is was on the way in, one can be blessed. There was a good lesson to be had on just how quickly roads deteriorate up here with a bit of use. The road in to the
Mitchell campground was definitely showing signs of wear only two days after being graded with the corrugations and ruts becoming obvious. I’d hate to see it in a few weeks when the traffic really picks up!
A blokes work is never done. No you sit there girls. We'll be right!
There were a still a few horror stretches along the track back to Drysdale but we toughed it out in good time even stopping to load up the roof rack with decent timber 15 km prior to the
homestead. We arrived a tad before one and got set up under the bigger trees on the western side of the
campground. Amanda and Jules staked out the two washing machines in the laundry while I soaked the socks and a particularly dirty set of shorts. Also
Back to Drysdale Station
charged up the computer as
well as it had flattened out last night. A relaxing afternoon watching the washing dry and lamenting the Socceroos loss to Italy in last nights world cup match. A lovely dinner of Tandoori chicken and lamb on rice done on the BBQ plate. Much better quality wood than we had scavenged and taken into
Mitchell providing us with a magnificent evening fire to relax by.