As we end week 10, I find we are into a routine of
taking Vic to work, a 40 minute round trip, coming back and doing the chores,
going back at the end of the day and picking Vic up before a quick swim, drinks
under the trees (sometimes with neighbours), dinner and quiet nights.
Not much happened Friday except that we watched the
Broncos down the Titans… 26-6. Since leaving home, the Broncos have played each
Friday night (except last week when the Aussies beat the Kiwis in the test) and
they’ve lost only one. Funnily enough, that was the only game we’ve missed, and
even though we’ve been in some out of the way places, the television coverage
has been good enough to allow us to enjoy the games.
Saturday was a complete surprise. When we woke in
the morning we had no plans for the day, so we filled the flask, put some
morning tea in the car and drove about 35kms south to Berry Springs Reserve
where we hoped to have a swim.
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Berry Springs |
The sign on the gate said swimming was not
allowed due to a “seasonal condition”, which we think means that : there is no
guarantee that saltwater crocs aren’t present until the water levels drop
sufficiently to allow a thorough check.
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Rainbow Cafe was still closed in the Berry Springs picnic area |
Vic and I checked out the very pretty picnic areas
and forest walk before leaving and vowing to return.
Further up the road we
visited the Darwin River Dam which supplies water to Darwin. We strolled across
the dam wall and had a look at the spillway.
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Darwin River Dam spillway |
As we left the dam we decided that since we were
half way there, we’d explore the Cox Peninsula. We drove on through coastal
brush and tall termite mounds until we came to Wagait Beach. This is at the
very end of the Peninsula and is 128kms from Darwin by road. The village here
is made up of holiday houses and a small number of locals who call the area
home.
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Wagait Beach |
The beach is absolutely glorious. The tide was low
and allowed Vic and I to wander along the water’s edge and just suck in the
beauty of the spot. The water temperature was perfect for a swim but, as with
all the beaches up this way, swimming is a no-no! (A fellow vanner
described it as torture… like hanging lollies in a child’s room and banning him from eating them!!) Salt Water crocs are an ever present danger and while
October to May are the more dangerous months, the deadly Box Jellyfish are a
year round hazard. None the less, Vic and I spent ages here and collected some
more shells to take home. We are constantly amazed at the different shells that
can be found here compared to the ones we find on the East Coast, however, you
need to check them because on more than one occasion I found a Hermit Crab in
residence. This place is heaven to any tidal pool explorer!
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Hermit Crab |
We walked to where the beach becomes Maluk Beach at
Two Fella Creek!
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Mandorah jetty with Darwin in the background |
When we got back to the car we drove the 3kms to
Mandorah, which, although being 130kms from Darwin by road, is a short 15
minute ferry ride across the harbour. Just beside the jetty here is the
Mandorah Inn where Vic and I had a lovely cold beverage as we sat looking at
Darwin in the distance. It would appear that this is a very popular spot for
Darwinians at the weekends as the ferry runs every 30mins. We were too late for
a counter lunch so headed back to the Wagait Beach store for some fish and
chips. The proprietor here, a fellow Jeep driver, was very helpful and gave us a
mud map of the area showing some interesting WWII sites worth visiting.
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Remnants from Anti-Submarine boom net tower |
Armed with his map we returned to the Mandorah
Jetty and took a short drive along a two track which runs parallel with the
beach. Here we found some rusting remains and concrete anchor points which were
once part of the Anti Submarine Net which was strung across the harbour during
war time. Also here were three large concrete gun emplacements.
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As it was in the war years |
From here we drove about 6kms west to a dirt track
that ran off into the scrub. The track was muddy, rutted and washed out after
the recent wet season and it would appear to be rarely used. About 2kms in we
came upon the crash site of “The Milady”, a B24J Liberator Bomber which came
down here on the 17th June, 1945, killing all six airmen aboard. The
plane had been returning from a bombing training run ( hence the skeleton crew…
normally 13) over nearby Quail Island when it crashed.
There is a lot of wreckage still here
and the site is preserved as a tribute to these, and all, airmen who didn’t
come home. The exact cause of the crash is unknown, although two possibilities
exist. One is that the plane was damaged during low level bombing and was
limping back to Darwin, and the other is that the pilot was skylarking as he
crossed the coast and became disorientated. I prefer to believe the former!
Standing at this site certainly made it all real
and to say it was humbling is an understatement.
On Sunday we were given the ok to move onto the
bigger site we had booked a couple of weeks ago. This site allows for a 40ft
motorhome
or 5th wheeler so there is ample room for our little home
sweet home plus the car and still
leaves room for the outside table under the trees.
In the afternoon we ventured back to the Mindil
Beach Markets where we grabbed some dinner and a couple of drinks before
settling down to watch the sun set once again.
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Mindil Beach sunset |
Monday and Tuesday were non eventful, but most days
are still hot with 32 to 35 degrees and balmy nights. Most nights Vic and I
sleep with the air con running on low and the fan is on when we’re home during
the day. 3 nights this week, around midnight, a storm has passed through
bringing lots of lightning, thunder and plenty of rain. Officially we are in
the dry season now.
On Wednesday after taking Vic to work I went to the
bayside suburb of Nightcliff. Prior to the war years this area was a fair way
out of Darwin and was only visited by weekend picnickers. At different times
during the war the area was occupied by the Australian Army, the RAAF and the
American Forces. An area at the base of the cliffs was used as a dump site and
all sorts of military equipment was discarded over the edge. The stuff now is
all very corroded and has become a mass of rusted leftovers, however some things
are still distinguishable, such as airplane engines, truck diffs and motors,
trolleys and wheels. I’m told that Jeeps were dumped here and of course, that’s
what I was really looking for, however, if it’s true, I couldn’t find any
evidence of them.
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Discarded military equipment at Nightcliff |
At the end of April I tallied the figures in the
car log and, since leaving Rathdowney with full fuel tanks we’ve :
Done 6,803 kms (4,621 towing the van…
68%)
Used 1,401.6 Litres
Cost $2,082.65 (.30c/km)
Averaged 20.6 Litres/100
Until next week…Happy travels.
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