A Hard Place part 1
This trip to Cape York Peninsula was a joint idea of me and my brother, Jim. He left the logistics to me, but wanted to take Macca (Ian McDonald) with him.
Jim picked up Macca at the Alice Springs (he travelled down from Darwin), and next morning we were to head off to Tennant Creek, but Jim wanted to leave some items with some friends until his return, and said he would catch up. I topped up with fuel, and headed out of town, thinking all the while Jim was behind me. We still had radio contact I told Jim “to keep coming” (thinking he was still behind me), but as I waited outside Alice, his signal faded away to nothing. I travelled on a bit but the signal never returned. I thought then that Jim must be somewhere behind me, so I turned back, calling him all the while with no response. I called his mobile and Sat-phone, both off, or out of range. My dilemma was, if I proceeded to Tennant Creek not finding him, we would be in a bit of a bind. At least in Alice I still had mobile coverage so I could keep trying to call him. So I waited in Alice till Jim switched on his Sat-phone, which he finally did at Tea-Tree roadhouse.
Camp eight, Leichardt Falls, we saw some spots where others were camping; spotting some wheel tracks leading back to the river we stumbled upon the perfect place to spend the night. I had to shift away a bit after Macca lit his camp-fire next to my car, but Jim was to remark that “this is what it’s all about,” he even made his first cake in the camp oven, which was nice, although a bit heavy.
The train ride on the Gulflander from Normanton to Croydon was one on my ‘bucket list’ for this trip and necessitated a lay day in Normanton, which was good and we had a leisurely meal in the pub for lunch, and got some laundry done.
Jim's rattle under the bonnet was getting worse; the corrugations on the Southern Bypass track finally took their toll on the rubber mounts for the shockers (top mounting, both front shockers). Jim wanted to ‘soldier on’ to the Jardine Ferry crossing for the night. I suggested we stop for the night, have a bit of a think, and try to get around the problem. With all the bashing I was worried the body panel used for the top shocker mounting would be destroyed, and then we really would be in trouble. We camped at another magic location, and found we could not remove the top mounting bolt of the shocker, we needed a rattle gun, which is how the mechanic in Bamaga replaced the rubber mounts. In the meanwhile we came up with the idea of wrapping wire around the shocker shaft, to act as a brace. This was to work a treat; we could have travelled home like it. The mechanic at Bamaga said he sees this sort of thing all the time.
We travelled to the tip the day we arrived at Seisia, We filmed our bit, chucked our rocks, took some pictures, and then we sat on a rock. We were happy to be finally here, at the northernmost tip of the Australian mainland.