The Kimberley...Who Knew? :-) (27th-29th June)

Well! I knew the Kimberley region was going to be nice, but as soon as we crossed the border the land changed for the far better. We passed though Gregory National Park and Timber Creek before having a look at the spectacular Lake Argyle. It may be incorrect, but I'm pretty sure it's the largest man-made freshwater lake. Basically the men who made it created a dam along the Ord River and we now have this amazing body of water, surrounded by the mountainous Kimberley.

The next day we did another one of our red-eye runs to Halls Creek via the Duncan Road. The terrain was awesome and the riding reasonably challenging. The last 50kms were at dusk and it was an amazing, windy ride through through the red, sunset lit hills. My vision just before we hit Halls Creek was terrible and I thought to myself that if a Kangaroo jumps out I'm not even going to know what I hit, and sure enough seconds after that thought a 'roo shot through my headlights, I didn't even have time to react! Thankfully no collisions with the furry little buggers.

Sam had consumed a little more fuel than I had and needed a small refuel from Scott's supertanker DR650. My fuel range had been calculated down to 500 metres from the Halls Creek service station! So there we were in the dark adding less than a litre to my KTM to get it up the road. I blame Scott entirely as I rode back about 500 metres early in the day to help him pick up his bike after a small fall. Joking of course!

The locals (read Aborigines) in Halls Creek were almost indescribable that night. Sam thought footy training was on down the road, but it was in fact a heap of the black fellows down the road with a skin full of VB(beer) and having their own self contained riot.

On the 29th we left Hall's Creek to have a look at the meteorite crater, Wolfe Creek. It's pretty impressive! As you approach the crater, it looks like a hill, but when you climb up and have a look it's a massive hole in the ground.

The ride back to to Halls Creek was excellent, everyone was in the groove and riding well.

That night we ran into an English guy riding a XR400 around Australia's outback on his own. He'd had a crash about an hour earlier and was looking pretty shaken, but physically OK. We offered our tools if needed and some advice on some slightly more protective riding gear before leaving him to it. Brave out there on his own I reckon.

All is well in the world and tomorrow is the Bungle Bungles!!!