Cape York The Return

The Return To Civilization

While at the Cape the rain was pretty steady bordering slightly heavy, on the return leg the creeks had risen and Ellen got a wet arse as the water came over the sidecar entry on the left.

The wet arse was the prompting for the cabin but the ridiculous cost deprompted it.

While at the top a must do is visit the DC3 crash site.

We decided Plan C which was to hit it back to the Jardine River, a decision that would turn out to be a winner as the Ferry broke down again, we were one of the last 5 to cross before it shit itself again leaving 6 km of travellers on either side stranded…again.

We stayed at the Jardine camp that night, just as we arrived so did a wave of heavy rain, we took Skippy under the cover and decided it was great place to set up the tent and with undercover valet parking.

The rain stopped, a couple of hours later then the heat came followed by heavy rain all night tanking the roads.

The Ferry wasn’t moving so we had the exit road to ourselves till the first new culvert crossing, upon arriving the dude came running out waving his arms…it was slightly obvious what was going on with a grader (grater on the vid) and a front-end loader both cleaning the detour out of mud and water.

We used 2wd which we needed so we are getting our moneys worth out of that.

The further south we got the more the weatrher improved, we knocked off 30000km and this was the last known citing of Kiwi who subsequentlty got sick of the coros, suffered two broken leg and left us somewhere on the road at cape york.... R.I.P Kiwi may your plastic look after you well. 

We left Coen with our newey aquiried two tone tan of Cape York red dust/mud ..earned.