Kingfisher Camp - our 1st crunch-it-all

Tues (30/7) we left Adels Grove early and headed north to Kingfisher Camp on the Nicholson River. It's marked as 4wd but the road was fine. Bit corrugated and dusty and a couple of creek crossings just out of Adels Grove.

And several gates to manoeuvre. See gate, stop, count to 10 and watch dust swirl past, get out and open gate picking side upwind of vehicle to stand and wait, drive through, close gate.

This is How Mike copes with the dust.

We did a total of about 140km in just over 3 hours. That included stops to spy on a jabiru, stalk a feral cat with a slingshot and have a lovely morning tea under a shady tree hoping a car wouldn't come because we realised we were on the down wind side of the road! Luckily we saw hardly any cars all day.

We got to Kingfisher early afternoon. Nice grassy camping area with shady trees and a resident friendly bull, 'Big Mac'. We went for a walk up the river and saw our first freshwater croc sunning himself on the opposite bank. After a while he slid into the water and floated down the river. They have also seen a salty here, so we stayed a respectful distance from the river.

Kingfisher Camp is aptly named for the kingfishers who inhabit the area, relatives of our own laughing kookaburras. These have a rather raspy, discordant wanna be laugh - a bit like a kooka without the burra according to Mike. 

There were only about 8 groups at the site so it was a very quiet and mellow evening. We had a 3 course meal - broccoli soup (thanks Mum) and omelette and a green salad, finished off with tea and Lindt balls.