OK enough of me on my high horse, time to find the WWII plane wrecks and the rock art <g>. Just past the air-field, hang a right and meander along tracks, should be around here somewhere :) There we are, what looks like two planes that have crashed or were bombed during the war. Alan was explaining what all the bits were, engine should be on there, here is the rear landing gear etc.
Right, got the pics, time to move on and find the rock art. Not far out of Kalumburu is a walk, favourite of somebody called Father Anscar, and along the walk is the rock art we are hunting for. Still not need for a guide, much more up our street to go exploring and find it ourselves. I wish I had had put my walking boots on for this, neither us us really expected to walk far but one just has to look round the next corner and the next and the next and by gum does the grass have spiky edges <g>. It is an amazing place, one can imagine cave men living here and no doubt a bunch of undesirable wildlife which so far has not shown themselves. There are two main types of paintings, Wandjina which are spiritual and Gwion Gwion which are elegant figures. How cool is this, the English name for Gwion Gwion is 'the Bradshaw figures', got to find those. Just in case we don't see them I did buy a painting in the shop this morning by a local artist of a 'Bradshaw' figure, to add to my collection of memories. Right, back to the rock art hunting, we found three or four different examples and maybe one other that we are not sure about. Some were the Bradshaw figures other were different images and one was the traditional handprint we so often see in history books. This is a lovely place and has a certain sort of mystique about it, the rocks are out of this world, big. colorful and outstanding shapes, another feast for the eyes.
|It is always worth looking upwards, what an amazing cloud image|
|The King Edward River nearing its entry into the sea from one of the lookout points|
Time for a cup of tea and explore another unmarked track heading to the beach.
Before heading home to our tent Alan has one more place to explore today, the old Mission settlement at Pago Creek. There is not much there now, just a couple of posts and apparently evidence of a bakers oven but it is a good 4x4 wheel drive track so good fun. We didn't find the mission but we did find the old landing sight during WWII and what a mess. Shall I get on my high horse again. The whole area is littered with oil drums, rusty cookers, fridges, prams, car wrecks etc, they are everywhere you look. Again, we have asked why and the answer is the cost to remove the items is too great. Funny how the cost to get them here in the first place is acceptable. At the landing site there are an abundance of rusty oil drums left over from the war with USAAF (United States Army Air Force), there must have been a couple of hundred of them left in this location alone to rust away in an unsightly mess.
Part of the armed forces responsibility everywhere in the world along with business responsibility should be to clear up after themselves, talk about polluting the environment. The image going through my mind at the moment is of all the equipment paid for by tax payers to a forever complaining about cutting costs and lack of equipment armed forces. Is the state we are leaving Iraq and Afghanistan along with all the other places we say we will help anything like this, we know it is! Shame on us.
To get to this location was a breathtaking drive for me, Alan was laughing at me constantly asking if he was sure the car could do it. No problem, over more rocks and then a river which looked too deep for me but I was informed was only about 6 inches deep. I really think it was deeper in places but what the heck so long as I did not have to swim with the famous salties. Unfortunately all the images I took are on video and I don't seem to be able to upload them successfully via the mobile network. On the way back we got stuck in the sand so down with the tire pressure again. About ten minutes later Alan wanted to stop for a cup of tea, (it is great carrying the kitchen around in the vehicle, tea on tap whenever the desire presents itself. This time 'no, we were not going to stop', the sun was coming down and I did not want to go back across the river in the dark, we could have our cuppa on the other side <g>.
Home safe and sound, no washing tonight, no fish to eat but we do have a couple of beers left and and plenty of tinned and dried items to digest and there is always the spaghetti minus the still missing cheese.
|And another wonderful sunset to finish this blog entry|