Days 51-52: The Pentecost River
Snapshot of the day
- Camping on the Pentecost River
- Getting caught in a whirlwind
- ‘Cow coming up!’
- Emma Gorge
- Stargazing
On Thursday morning we left El Questro, drove back through the many creek crossings it took to get in, and moved down to the Pentecost River. We stopped at the station to fill up with water, and pick up a few souvenirs — a new Akubra for Hazel, a ranger shirt for Leah and an El Q magnet for our fridge. We managed to get a beautiful riverfront spot where we could fit both vans alongside each other with a view of the famous Pentecost river crossing, so we could spend our day watching cars and even petrol tankers cross. The outlook was absolutely beautiful, but oh boy was it HOT during the middle of the day. At lunchtime we were commenting on what a pleasant relief the breeze was, and almost immediately after that it picked up suddenly and intensely and we found ourselves in the middle of a whirlwind! All we could do was duck our heads, crouch low and hold onto the things around us (Tricia had to hold onto Leah!) until it passed! Thankfully it moved through quickly, and we were left to pick up all of our loose possessions that had been flung around and dispose of the remainder of my sandwich which now had a thick layer of dirt over it. In the afternoon we headed out exploring and ended up on a 4WD track around the site, where we found a very impressive boab tree. Once back at camp, the crab pots went in (still catch-free so far) and we tried our hand at some fishing in the river — also with no luck. That evening we enjoyed a riverside dinner and we christened our newly acquired Arc Pit (another purchase from Rod and Rifle in Katherine) with a campfire and toasted marshmallows. As we enjoyed the serenity of the outback, we heard a voice shout out from the next campsite along ‘COW COMING UP!!!’. We got our torches out and shone them down the river, only to spot two cows emerging onto the banks after completing their own river crossing straight up into our camp. They made their way around our vans and headed onwards on their journey as we just watched. We spent the rest of the evening stargazing and watching the river closely with our torch to see if we could spot any more cows or crocodile eyes (the Pentecost is famously riddled with salties — so definitely no swimming or paddling).
On Friday morning there was much excitement as we caught several hilarious fat little fish in the crab pots. Unfortunately no cherabin though, so the fish were thrown back and the pots went back in. We then all headed out for the day to take on the Emma Gorge walk. This one was a proper scramble — only 1.6 kilometres each way, but almost all of it rock-hopping over loose, sandy boulders and slippery creek crossings. There was a lot of slipping and scrambling from us all, and it was very hot — I was so incredibly impressed by Gordon and Tricia’s strength and flexibility, and by Leah’s perseverance (it turns out this is Hazel’s total element). We had almost made it to the very top when unfortunately Tricia had a big slip (thankfully she was ok!), and so she and Gordon opted to stay at the nearby pool to cool off while the rest of us went the last little bit for a look at the top. The waterfall was absolutely stunning — it free-falls 65 metres off the top of the escarpment, and in parts it’s so high that the water breaks up into droplets before it reaches the pool, so it’s like you’re swimming in the rain. It’s also dotted with green ferns growing out of the crevices, which gives it an almost mythical oasis feel. The water was FREEZING, which we’re getting used to now, but there was a small, warm thermal spring tucked at the front of the pool — and so that is where the girls gravitated pretty quickly. As is becoming tradition, I swam out to touch the waterfall and I even got a chance to go behind this one. Hazel was initially resistant to go all the way out because it was so cold, but after I’d swum back in she said to me ‘I want to prove to my class that I can swim out to touch all the waterfalls we see’, and so she bravely swam out together with me to get it done. The walk back was just as hot and scrambly, so once we finished we stopped in at the Emma Gorge resort bar for a cool drink, after which we headed back to camp for some more fruitless fishing, another dinner by the river, more stargazing and a well earned sleep!
What did we learn?
- The Pentecost is the widest river the Gibb River Road crosses, and even petrol tankers go across it
- Leave early for the gorge walks to avoid the heat of the day!
- Our whirlwind has a proper name — a ‘willy willy’ — most likely borrowed from the Yindjibarndi language of the Pilbara; they spin up on hot, still days when air rising off the baking ground starts to twist
- Kimberley cattle stations are mostly unfenced, so the cattle wander wherever they like — like our campsite
Highlights of the day
- Leah—“The marshmallows”
- Hazel—“Catching the tiny fish in the pots”
- Dylan—Fishing, the sunset, and the fire pit
- Erin—The sunset views, and watching the cars cross the river from our campsite
Low-points of the day
- Leah—“Getting caught in the whirlwind”
- Hazel—“Being so hot”
- Dylan—No fish
- Erin—It was super hot
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