So we thought Currawinya was cold. I wondered why I couldn’t get warm overnight in Gundabooka and in the morning the answer was readily apparent. The mercury had dropped to –3. It was cold enough to freeze the water bottle on the table and the tap at the toilets.
Gundabooka is a new National Park. Like many of the new National Parks its development is based around the traditional owners of the land. It would also appear that there is little money for development and so development seems to be sporadic and based around labour programs not necessarily for, but applied to, the National Park.
The only successful way to deal with the cold mornings is to get up and at it. Our concession to the cold was to warm the milk for the cornflakes. Doesn’t do it for me I’ve gotta say, but each to his own.
We camped at a place called Dry Tank, which doesn’t sound very inviting, but it is a new campground and is all fine. The attraction there was a walk to a place called Little Mountain. In a place where the land is basically flat it doesn’t take much of a rise to get the “Mountain” tag. It does provide a view over to the Gundabooka Range. Again, it isn’t much of a range, comfortably fitting into a single photo frame. Quite picturesque though. The light in the morning was just right.
The walk to the top of the range takes a rather greater investment in time than we had to give so it will have to wait for another time. On the way out though we stopped in at the local aboriginal art site. After having been through Kakadu and the Kimberley it isn’t in that league. There may have been more to it, but having been further off the road than expected, and with the road still to be travelled to Dubbo, it was time to go.
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