A page from my journal (we left the east coast near Daintree NP and headed west): Day 28, It was a long drive to this sleepy off the tourist trail town of Karumba (say Ay Karumba!!) on the Gulf of Carpentaria. The drive was exceptional with a plethora of wildlife seen especially from Normantan. We saw Sarus Cranes, Yellow Spotted Monitor and the wetlands were chalk-a-block full of birds! At one time we saw hundreds of raucous Little Corellas (small white cockatoos)! The night was less spectacular. We were in a hurry to get to the gulf to watch the sunset and we hit a Wallaby!! They are filthy common along the roads, especially at dusk, and they make driving a complete hazard! They hop haphazardly in every direction! It’s like walking around a pond in summer when there are toadlets everywhere!
The night was torture in a sweat box! It was beyond hot and humid, over 90 degrees F all night. I think it felt hotter than what it was because of the humidity. It never cooled off in the slightest! We were so dehydrated from loosing water as we sweated all night. Sweat dripped down my face all night! Ryne and I put on wet cloths to help cool and I put a wet wash cloth on Cypress (who slept like a baby). It was useless, the wet cloths became hot in seconds.There was no breeze so the air was stuffy and thick with moisture. Mosquitoes were plentiful so the doors and windows were kept closed. The canvas back had a screen but it also had cracks perfect for blood hungry mozzies! The morning couldn’t come fast enough! But with the dawn came teeny tiny sandflys that massacred my legs and Cypress, leaving us clad in red bites. The morning also brought the sun and intense, searing temperatures! After Ryne was done birding and being stalked by a crocodile in the marsh, we sought refuge at the library. We got lucky because there were free pancakes and tons of kids for Cypress to play with! We made a blog post and then made haste to Mt. Isa via Cloncurry.
Day 29, We drove through rugged red earth land. I was surprised the interior (outback) terrain was rocky, red hills with scattered trees and shrubs. The outback has a number of habitat types, not just barren sand and small shrubs, like I pictured. We camped at Clem Walton Park. The air was hot and dry and the “tickle flies” which I named, were out in hoards. At least they didn’t bite. They just tickled your exposed parts, loving your moist eyes the most! Worse were the ants which covered every bare area of the ground. They bit my feet fiercely until they were itchy and swollen.
I made jewel fish, sweet potatoes and green beans for dinner, then enjoyed an evening walk. The setting sun illuminated the brick red rock into a brilliant glow that only spoke of true tranquil beauty. This moment made it worth enduring pesky insects and uncomfortable temperatures. Why, life would be boring if one never let themselves get uncomfortable! Aborigines are a tough group of people!