Judbarra (Gregory) National Park - Fish Hole Yard Camp July 24 - 25 2021
  We do like our early morning starts.

The sun just lighting up the hills as we head south on the Wickham Track.

59km to Fish Hole Yard, on the banks of the Wickham River.

  Slow progress, we struggle to average 15km/hr. Not so much stony or rough, but windy and rolling.
  A change from eucalypt and cane grass to accacia and spinifex.

We like the colours.

  And back to cane grass.
  Then accacia again.
  Sudbury Hill.

But this one is natural.

I think!

  Isolated, just like the person made one in UK.
  There is a jump-up to negotiate along the track. Described as moderately difficult.

We continually wonder "is this it?".

But not this time.

The dingo seemed more surprised than us. Took a quick look over its shoulder and ran off up the track.

Young we think. The rains have been kind this year.

  Just steadily rising.

About 20km from Top Humbert so far today.

  Then follow the ridge.
  And one last effort to the top.

We hardly noticed it! Though the views improved with height.

  Going down was reputedly more difficult.

We look across the plain.

  Mt ?????

There's nothing obvious on the map south west from us.

  South east is a valley with about 25km of narrowing sides before the tributary joins the Wickham River - the river which we will hopefully camp at.

We are roughly at the top of the steep hill down off the jump up.

Jump up is a strange term to us. We know what one looks like, but are never too sure if what we think is a jump up really is one.

  Looking back from the bottom. It roughly rises in three or four stages, with almost level between. The steepest 15-20m is a bit scalloped, so we rolled a bit, but well in control with the exhaust retarder to slow us.

I really only mention it because its part of the parks track description.

"moderately difficult" is a relative term. I guess it can serve to dissuade.

  The spinifex continued as we approached the Wickham River.
  The last 15km becomes ever easier, past Dingo Yards with 12km left.

There's mustering in progress, though Saturday must be a day off, and road trains for cattle. There's been a grader at work.

There are no fences for this part of the park, mustering seems to include the park. Its also full of donkeys.

A couple in a slide on are camped at the river. We also find a spot beside the river, in the shade. Report of many birds.

The river has been described as 1m deep and flowing steadily. It looks to us like a slow flow, not enough to worry us. There is one deep spot, the rest shallow.

  Greeted by an azure kingfisher.

And a plethora of fly catchers - well, at least three varieties.

  A landcruiser to show us what the creek crossing is like.

Somewhere between 800 mm and 1m methinks.

There's apparently been quite a bit of traffic associated with the mustering.

Saturday and Sunday may be days off - though perhaps not, days of the week seem to have no meaning, even if we know which one today is.

  Upstream is pleasant. We ponder how much solar we will harvest.

It turns out sufficient to almost replenish battery. There are enough gaps in the trees as the sun traverses the river.

We deploy the portable panels to help. A continuous process of dodging shadows.

Our fellow campers are the second party we've met with stories of bush walking in the Kimberley to spark our interest.

  Well hidden. We walked downstream for about a km. Flycatchers and honeyeaters. An old campfire with discarded spam tin. Another with discarded single serve spaghetti. We retire for lunch and an afternoon of leisure.

Its not that we haven't seen any birds. Indeed, the time of afternoon when they all come out to play is more pronounced than anywhere else we've been. It seems a switch is turned and birds appear, turned again and they fade away. Not all, just most.

Its also not that we haven't pictured them. Though they have generally been quicker, with more dense foliage to hide in, than we have become used to, we've managed a few pics.

Just that they are birds which we've seen elsewhere previously. There is probably something tedious about "here's a pic of an olive oriole", or a "satin flycatcher", or whatever. A bit repetitive in a blog, but maintaining our interest for many happy hours.

I didn't manage a pic of a brown honeyeater flying down to the surface of the water, splashing a bit and perhaps picking something up, then flying back to the depths of a tree. But fascinating to watch as they aren't noted for being waterproof.

So settle for a pic of a truck.

A bit of maintenance. The pump we use to pump from buckets into tanks has become slow. In dismantling to clean I dropped an o-ring on the ground. Persevered for 15 minutes and found it. Pump working ok.

Wave Hill to Limmen National Park July 26 - 28 2021

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