Some philosophical peregrinations on the (bloody rough as guts) road from Doomadgee to Borroloola.
Air travel, although quick and convenient, just doesn`t cut the mustard. You go from point A to point B with no effort. No sense of achievement. There is something intrinsically exciting about crossing an Australian state border by road, especially after a long bone jarring corrugated dirt road such as The Carpentaria Hwy. To see the Northern Territory state border sign brings a feeling of elation and on this occasion, for us, a sense of coming home.Its a strange thing because its really just a line on a map but it feels different on the other side of that sign. Queensland is beautiful too but the Northern Territory is a different country in terms of lifestyle and thought. It has a uniqueness, a more relaxed attitude, its unsophisticated and unpretentious , its a little less politically correct and its landscape is raw, intense and unsculptured. The sunsets here are not meek and wispy; they demand to be noticed, whether that be in the Red Centre or Fanny Bay in Darwin. The natural beauty here is like that and it leaves an imprint on your soul. We still have it after living in Cairns for 17 years. Possibly its because we saw the Todd River in Alice Springs flow more than 3 times – that was the folklore back then.
Kevin and I met and married in The Territory and our three boys were born here so we have an attachment to this place that goes a bit beyond just passing through on a holiday. We intend to revisit some adventures before we continue on to Western Australia and its myriad of natural treasures. Kevin hollered a big yahoo as we paused at the border crossing to take a momento snap shot.
Then he noticed one of the spotlights had lost a bolt and had to break open the `just in case tool box`to make emergency repairs before we lost a spottie. Thats life on a very rough road.A bit further down the road we free camp on the banks of the Calvert River (while being watchful of crocodiles) – NT number 115 in the Camps 9 book and thanks to the WikiCamps app we knew exactly which track to follow. Definitely no caravan or trailer would get to our pearler of a spot and we got some satisfaction in having our accommodation on our back. I write this as we sit by the campfire by the river. Kevin’s having a beer and feeling mellow, its just us and the chirruping crickets and there are no red evil reptilian eyes as we shine the torch into the river. The following pictures show the uniqueness of the Carpentaria Hwy between Doomadgee and Borroloola. It’s a classic. Why it’s called a highway is beyond me. The Savannah way is definitely an adventure.