Excuse my blathering but - Its odd, i know but i really like these sorts of nothing/miscellaneous type landscape pictures. I know most people don't get them. I used to be like that too. Maybe its because i've taken it myself that i like them so much. I don't know, but i love a random bit of landscape where the composition is too subtle for the picture to be obvious.
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Excuse my blathering but - Its odd, i know but i really like these sorts of nothing/miscellaneous type landscape pictures. I know most people don't get them. I used to be like that too. Maybe its because i've taken it myself that i like them so much. I don't know, but i love a random bit of landscape where the composition is too subtle for the picture to be obvious.
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The Durack River. I"m camping only a few feet from where i've taken this picture. The river has crocs. The part with the water in it is about say 50 metres wide. The whole river bed is about half a kilometre wide. What you can see in the background is mostly riverbed. During the wet season it would all be full of water. - i've desaturated this picture. I like these muted colours.
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The Durack River. I"m camping only a few feet from where i've taken this picture. The river has crocs. The part with the water in it is about say 50 metres wide. The whole river bed is about half a kilometre wide. What you can see in the background is mostly riverbed. During the wet season it would all be full of water. - i've desaturated this picture. I like these muted colours.
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These are the real colours. You can see how steep that hill is. Do you reckon i was able to ride up it with all my bags on board. Not a hope. Even pushing my bike up was arduous. Bathing - with the croc threat is done with one eye keeping a constant look out as i stand in the middle of the causeway. I suppose the threat isn't too great but you simply can't know. Being all alone, you certainly feel that caution is a good idea. So you don't dally.
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These are the real colours. You can see how steep that hill is. Do you reckon i was able to ride up it with all my bags on board. Not a hope. Even pushing my bike up was arduous. Bathing - with the croc threat is done with one eye keeping a constant look out as i stand in the middle of the causeway. I suppose the threat isn't too great but you simply can't know. Being all alone, you certainly feel that caution is a good idea. So you don't dally.
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This is Buffy's mob. That's buffy second left. (I love the name). The insisted on feeding me breakfast though i can't remember now what i ate.
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This is Buffy's mob. That's buffy second left. (I love the name). The insisted on feeding me breakfast though i can't remember now what i ate.
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This pic is to show you the old wheel fireplace they made. They don't cart this stuff around on the tops of their vehicles. They found it. The shovel is for digging poo holes - quite substantial ones by the look of the size of that shovel too.
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This pic is to show you the old wheel fireplace they made. They don't cart this stuff around on the tops of their vehicles. They found it. The shovel is for digging poo holes - quite substantial ones by the look of the size of that shovel too.
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We were very rudely awoken in the morning by woman from a road gang driving her toyota ute into our camp, stirring up a heap of dust and letting her dog bark at us all. She was most offended that i had pitched my tent in the middle of the little circular driveway. (I had pitched my tent in the dark so what else would you do). I told her she could drive around me - there was room but no, she just wanted to be pissed off at me.
She'd come to scout out a spot for her big road crew to make a camp. When arrived a bit later it was a long truck with a cabin on top. The man was much more conciliatory than the cranky old cow had been.
She told me i had to hurry up and pack up but i don't know on what authority. Was this campsite theirs? They evidently thought so but we had no way of knowing.
Again i can't remember what else transpired during the course of this day. I was pleased to arrive at my campsite on this high river bank at the end of the day of course. I didn't really like my campsite on top though.
At this end of my route, i am starting to get more casual about camping right by the side of the road. By this stage i am well and truly convinced that there's not an axe murderer in the whole of the kimberley so i never lose any sleep. In fact, if since the beginning of my cycling adventures i have ever lost any sleep it has probably not been worrying about who might attack me during the night.
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Fear of a lack of water and too many flat tyres would probably be the things keeping me awake at night.