Day Tripping for Betty's Birthday

What better thing to do on Betty Windsor's birthday than to go on a day trip and a picnic?

The mission: to identify more campsites.

We left Darwin at around 8.30am, meeting Steve and Lucy en route to just north of Emerald Springs, which turns out to be about the next ridge over from Depot Creek. As it was the last day of the long weekend, it turned out that an awful lot of people knew of this place before we did, and a steady stream of vehicles were coming out as we were going in.

The track was in good condition, only needing 4wd on a few occasions. Just as well, because after spending the weekend removing the custom canopy to replace it with the old well body, we had forgotten to put a spare wheel in. Oops. We had also taken two cameras and two camera phones, and inexplicably didn't take any pics. We justified it on the basis that the scenery wasn't that spectacular after all, and we'd seen similar countryside before.

The biggest campsite appeared to be of the Stuart Highway about 40 minutes in on a sandy bank of the Douglas River. There were still about half a dozen cars there, so as nice as it was, it may be a little too popular. As this was kind of the end of the road, we turned back to go down another track, and decided that spot was perfect for a picnic right next to the river, and as a potential camp site. The water was freezing, and with a cold breeze blowing it was cool weather for anyone's standards, let alone for Darwin!

After lunch, there was more fact finding to be done. There was another site not far from the original "sandy beach camp", as we'd named it, running down a ridge line that was really only big enough for one tent, and definitely not suitable for a trailer unless we wanted to back it down.

A fourth site was promising, if not a little narrow for more than one vehicle, and we then headed down a lesser used track that went for about 10km and through a gate that was most probably the Douglas Daly Research Farm. Whilst it wasn't locked, we decided not to go through as we hadn't received permission.

As it was now mid afternoon, we decided to head back, and check out the first of the sites we had seen on the way it that still had people there. This was a fairly large cleared site, perfect for a number of vehicles and room to move a trailer or two, had logs already set around a fire pit and was situated right on the edge of a ridge line and looking over a valley.

We locked the position into the GPS and started the uneventful two hours back home. Mission accomplished.

Depot Creek Friday 27-Sun 29 May 2011

The first trip to Depot Creek for the year, and possibly the last. We got to the turn-off from the Stuart Hwy, aired down in preparation for the rocky track and headed in for the first camp area. There were a couple of spots that still had the remnants of this year's mammoth wet season, but with solid ground underneath these puddles proved to be no problem at all. The one narrow creek crossing we thought might be a test for the camper as it is known to be a sharp descent and equivalent ascent within a few metres proved to be tame, having been naturally filled in with sand.

We got to the turnoff for the first camp and saw a number of jerry cans, a big plastic box and a tent, and thought "uh oh". We got down the track and saw a set up tent but no-one around, and disappointment kicked in, as we thought we were early enough in the day before a weekend to get to the place first. So we made the decision to do the extra hour in to camp #2 along the bumpy and lumpy track. And what did we find there? Another tent, exactly the same as the first. It was 3pm and we hadn't had lunch, so we stopped there, bolted down some food while figuring out what to do.

Rachel had a look in the tent only to find it chocka block full of 7 other tents and other camping gear from one of the local schools. What could be worse than camping with nearly 20 school kids! Being pretty damn miffed by the complete waste of time and potential unnecessary damage to the vehicle which could have been completely avoided if they'd left a note left at the start of the track, we left our own terse little note thanking them for informing us of their intentions.

We decided we'd go back to the first, and better, camp, and if there was anyone there we'd head out and go to Douglas Daly. No one was there, so we decided if anyone did come we'd do the "we were here first" scenario.

The site is a long narrow one running alongside the creek with a bit of a slope heading towards the water's edge, and it took Paul about half an hour to position the camper in the right spot. It was definitely beer o'clock by the time we'd set up, and the temperature was nicely dropping whilst the fire kicked in. We had a leftover beef rending washed down with a half decent chateau de cardboard, infinitely improved by some aeration and the testing out of some new Reidel wine glasses. Nothing like incongruity of having dirty dusty feet and some flash glassware whilst camping!

With bedtime at around 10 we had what seems to be our traditional first night's camping crap night's sleep, but were up and about around 7, ready for coffee, bacon, eggs, baked beans and portobello mushies, before Steve, Lucy and Sophie arrived for coffee # 2.

We then went for a walk downstream and had a little paddle in the rather cool water. The boys loved it and chased after exciting bush smells, most likely wallaby from the evidence.

Back to camp for some lunch of bratwurst hotdogs, a bit of down time, and then some bikes and cheese while cutting up veggies for the stew. This would be the camp oven oven's first proper go at cooking a stew, which was ready at about 7.30. We decided the stew has been the best one yet and figured it's taken a few years of stews to seep into the cast iron to give an added depth of flavour. So much so that we've decided to experiment at home by halving the ingredients and making two stews - one in the camp oven and one in the slow cooker and doing the taste test.

After a better night's sleep, we forced down another big brekkie, had another paddle and started packing up for the trip back home. The benefits of a camper trailer are instantly realised upon arrival at home, with just the fridge to be unpacked and the dirty clothes thrown in the washing machine.

We've cancelled this weekend's trip due to a number of factors - Mt Bundy is off the agenda as the Adelaide River Races is on and it will be a busy weekend there, the workmate of Rachel's has cancelled due to a bad back, and we really still have a lot to sort out for our 6 week trip only a month away. Ah well.

Depot Creek and Mt Bundy Station next in line

The first free weekend this month will be - at the end of the month. We only managed to get to Depot Creek once last year, but we found a new, closer campsite right next to the creek which looks nicer than the spot we have usually gone to at the top of the gorge.

This one is sandy, whereas the other one is dusty, so it's a nicer site all round. Hopefully this nice cool weather sticks around for a while!

And the first weekend of June looks like we might check out Mt Bundy Station near Adelaide River. It's pet friendly, so that always gets a tick.

In the mean time, Paul has been making up a "camp oven oven" from an old 9kg gas bottle. It will allow a camp oven to be used with heat beads rather than an open fire. Photos of its development to come.

Monday 02.05.11 Katherine - Darwin

A little over 3 hours to go until the inevitable mountain of washing, unpacking and cleaning the car and trailer.

We left Katherine at about 12.30pm to the stunning news that Osama bin Laden was killed, and we were quite riveted to the news on the radio until the signal died. Just out of Katherine, a big hiss came out of the engine, and from experience, we knew it was one of the hoses from the turbo intercooler getting loose. We then had to spend the next 10 minutes or so looking for a track off the highway to pull over, preferably with shade, with a Greyhound bus on our tail that we had just passed before the hose let go.

We were able to pull off the highway onto the Old Stuart Highway, which was in much better condition than we expected, considering it wouldn't have had any upkeep in 30-odd years. We stopped at the Edith River where a few people were swimming in some gentle rapids. Rachel took the boys for a quick swim while Paul re-tightened the hose, and then we were off home, arriving about 5pm.

We have about 3 or 4 weekends in a row at the end of May/early June, so that looks like when we will get out next trip in, probably to one of our favourite places, Depot Creek, just south of Hayes Creek, about 2 hours south of Darwin.