This post is LONG...really LONG. I've put everything we did and saw along the Gibb into this one posting. It may take you a while to read but I hope you think it’s worth it! (There's also heaps of pictures to keep you interested!)
For those unfamiliar with the Gibb River Road, it’s kind of a bucket list item for all 4wd enthusiasts and Big Lapers. It’s 660km of rough, unsealed, true outback road with challenging river crossings and areas of such rotten corrugations you can expect a free ‘Kimberley massage’ according to the locals!! It is remote, hot and dusty, and tough on your vehicles and vans. But rather than deter people from driving it, the Gibb attracts hoards of crazy travellers like us each dry season. Why? Because it runs right through the heart of the Kimberley, across private cattle stations and beside sacred Aboriginal sites, providing the only access points to some of Australia’s most iconic and spectacular scenery. Think outback Kimberley imagery you've all seen on Qantas ads or in tourism brochures...you know, the ones with red dirt, soaring cliffs of layered ocre rock, endless blue skies and incredible waterfalls gushing over ancient rocks into crystal clear pools. Think El Questro station, Windjana Gorge, Manning Gorge, Tunnel Creek and Home Valley Station (Baz Luhrmann filmed 'Australia' there!) and you’ve got a taste of what the Gibb is all about.
The original section of the Gibb, from the Gibb River to Derby was built as part of the "Beef Roads Scheme" in the early 1950's to supplement the "Air Beef Scheme" already operating between Glenroy Station and Wyndham. It was a tough gig for the road builders as they battled wet seasons, deep river crossings, rugged and rocky ground, and unbearable heat. The eastern section of the road was never maintained as well as the western end until the WA Main Roads Department began managing it in 1996. Today, the whole length of the Gibb is used for trucking live cattle and, increasingly, for tourism. It is closed during the wet season as many of the river crossings are impassable. Even in the dry, the conditions can be hazardous and challenging. The graders try to maintain some level of drivability but it is 'hit and miss' when they operate and they only work on small sections at a time. It really is a case of 'driver beware'. Everyone you talk to has a story about the Gibb, their own or one they've heard (perhaps 4th hand), about blowouts, roll-overs, broken axles or bogged vans, but we weren't to be discouraged, our Gibb adventure was calling!
in the words of Lou Reed...IT'S THE BEGINNING OF A GREAT ADVENTURE
(first stop 30 May - 2 June 2016)
The first part, as we’d been warned, was bitumen but it soon gave way to the dust and ruts we’d come for. We lowered our tyre pressures, assumed our comfy driving positions and cranked up the music. Our Gibble Ribble Road adventure was finally happening; hundreds of kilometres of hard core off road fun – well, at least we hoped so! The first vehicle to pass us (in the opposite direction) was a road train. The explosion of dust it created was fantastic; reducing visibility to almost zero as it barreled along at a rate of knots.
Our first stop actually required a temporary detour off the Gibb. We headed to Tunnel Creek and Windjana Gorge, which were both on the Leopold-Fairfield Rd (another unsealed, corrugated road that runs between the Gibb and the Great Northern Highway. For those needing to orient themselves, Fitzroy Crossing and Halls Creek are on the Great Northern Highway, which is the conventional routed from Derby to Kununurra). We stayed at an abandoned quarry site for 3 nights. The entrance from the road was barely visible and there was certainly no signage but it was clearly a popular place with other travellers coming and going regularly. We met Shell and Nic, who were journeying around Oz with their 10 month old cocker spaniel, Rogue. They came to say hello to Michael whilst the kids and I were exploring Tunnel Creek. They weren’t sure if he was an eccentric ‘balloon’ man or if there was a more conventional reason for the party decorations he’d adorned the caravan with! They were rather relieved to find he was preparing for the girls’ 9th birthday! Given we were so remote, we had to improvise and make our own birthday fun. We organized a treasure hunt on the morning of their big day and a party in the evening with poppers, lollies, soft drink and a meringue cake…not bad for an outback party!! We’d stayed up late the previous night, concocting treasure hunt clues and burning the edges of the maps in the coals of the fire. The kids had a ball so it was all worth it!
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rock formations at the quarry
vivid colours of the landscape at the quarry
the kids studying the treasure map for the girls' 9th birthday fun
the meringue birthday cake with sparklers!
TUNNEL CREEK
Tunnel Creek had been on my ‘must see’ list for the Gibb and it didn’t disappoint. It was completely different from all the other ‘eco’ type attractions we’d visited. We each needed a torch and sturdy shoes, as sections of the tunnel were completely dark and a little rocky. After scaling a mound of large boulders to enter the tunnel, the rest of the 750m walk was relatively easy. It was cool underground; a nice respite from the unseasonally warm weather the Kimberley was experiencing. (It was still hitting mid-high 30’s in early June!) The kids were initially a little hesitant to enter the really dark parts, but soon gained confidence and were skipping ahead as usual. There were stalactites and bats above, and frogs and fish underfoot. You could almost walk the full tunnel without getting wet feet, but that would have been rather 'un-fun' so we waded through some of the river…but were quick to jump back onto the safety of the sand when we spotted the ominous beady eyes of a couple of small crocs floating silently in the deeper sections! The reward for slinking past the crocs was the final section of tunnel that opened to a beautiful river with tall, lush trees and the sounds of water trickling gently over the ancient rocks.
The walk back seemed a little less exciting after we’d uncovered the ‘magic’ of this special place and successfully navigated the scary spots! It simply gave me more time to contemplate the history of Tunnel Creek and the role it played in one of the few armed rebellions by Aborigines against early settlers. Jandamarra, an Aboriginal freedom fighter, who was thought to possess special powers, used Tunnel Creek as a hide-out for more than three years while he led battles against white pastoralists. He began his life of crime by breaking out of jail, killing a Policeman and freeing local Bunuba Prisoners, to whom he distributing police weapons. The weapons were subsequently used to attack and kill stockmen who tried to enter Bunuba land. He was feared for his mystical powers by fellow Aborigines and settlers alike. It was one of the reasons he remained at large for so long; no-one would dare chase him. He was finally killed at Tunnel Creek by an Aboriginal police tracker who was also understood to possess special powers. He was unafraid of Jandamarra and tracked him to a cliff’s edge, where he fell to his death.
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clambering over the boulders at the entrance
just inside the tunnel entrance
can you see his beady eyes watching us?
inside a lighter part of the tunnel
looking out to the end of the tunnel
the girls 'holding up' the rocks
photo opportunity!
the kids and me at the end of the tunnel
WINDJANA GORGE
Windgana Gorge is a popular attraction in the Kimberley. People mostly come to see the crocs…dozens of them! It was only a short walk into the gorge, along the Lennard River, before the sneaky snagglebites revealed themselves. Huddles of them sat sunning on the riverbanks, whilst others floated in symmetry in the shallow, warm water. They looked rather content; not the least bit interested in the hoards of humans snapping photos and pointing rudely in their direction. We quickly counted over 40 in a 30m section of river and apparently the numbers swell as you head further into the gorge. The gorge itself was quite spectacular, as many in this region are. The stained cliffs and lush vegetation were evidence of the impact the wet season has on the environment; swamping it with gallons of water, quenching the parched earth and filling the rivers that are the lifeblood for so many.
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walking through rocks to get to the gorge
looking from within the riverbed along the gorge
the river was full of the creepy critters
an ancient fish fossil in the rock wall
BELL GORGE & BELL CREEK (visited 2 - 4 June 2016)
After a few days enjoying the treats of Tunnel Creek and Windjana Gorge (and making a quick fuel and laundry stop in Fitzroy Crossing…not such a treat!), we headed back onto the Gibb. Our next destination was Bell Gorge. The camp ground at Bell Gorge was not dog friendly so we needed to find the free camp about 20km away, beside Bell Creek. Again the entry was not signed so was a little hard to locate, but luckily it was vacant when we finally arrived as there was only parking for one camper! Within half an hour of setting up, there was a stream of other campers hoping to snare the prize position - we’d somehow come at the right time! A lone cyclist found a spot for his swag somewhere in the grassland beside us and we didn’t see him again until he set off pre-dawn the following morning. I’m not sure what would possess a sane person to cycle the Gibb but he seemed rather normal during our brief chat – maybe he’s just one of those people who do things ‘because they’re there’! (There is an annual Gibb River Road charity push bike ride that travels about half the length of the Gibb, tagging on to one of the big musters in the area but this mad man wasn’t part of that. He was solo; no support car, and no company of any sort.) Apparently it was safe to swim in the creek but we didn’t risk it. We opted, instead, for the delights of Bell Gorge. It really is unbelievable that these incredible gorges exist amidst the dusty, dry landscape of the outback.
Bell Gorge offered something for everyone. The relatively easy walk from the carpark to the first ‘pool’ was popular with the oldies and those with young kids. There were no difficult climbs or slippery ledges to navigate and the pool was a lovely place to cool down and enjoy the stunning vistas down the gorge. The ‘infinity’ style pool was undoubtedly the most stunning swimming hole we’ve discovered across the Top End. For those brave enough, you could sit on the edge of the pool, close to the top of the waterfall and peer (carefully!) over the side, watching the water cascade down the steep rock face to the larger pool below.
Those of us with a little more agility continued past the infinity pool and along a difficult goat track to reach the lower pool at the base of the waterfall. It was huge! The water was deep…really deep, and it was the dry season. I can’t imagine how it would look in the midst of the Summer rains. We swam under the waterfall, snorkeled in the clear waters, chasing schools of fish and sunned ourselves on the warm rocks. Drifting gently around the pool on my back, looking up at the soaring jagged ocre rocks that formed the throat of the gorge, I was awestruck by the power of raging water and how it was able to carve such mammoth canyons.
On our walk back, we stopped for a dip at the infinity pool. While the kids hunted for fish and jumped off the ledges into the water, I found myself chatting to a few others who were relaxing in the afternoon sun. Before I knew it, the sun was setting and the few remaining groups walked back with us to the carpark. It was dusk when we set off and completely dark within 10 minutes of the journey! The 40 minutes or so it took to drive back to camp was adventurous in the light of our bright spotlights, dodging cows and kangaroos! When I finally reached the van at 5.58pm, a couple who’d parked near us were getting ready to begin a search and rescue mission. Michael had stayed back with the dogs and was expecting me ‘home’ by about 4.30. So when darkness fell, Michael and the neighbours assumed something had gone wrong. Thankfully there wasn’t a need for the rescue party, but we did think it sensible that I do future walks in the mornings so if I get distracted by conversations with strangers, I won’t be trying to navigate my way home in the dark!
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one of the waterholes along the Bell Gorge walk
walking to Bell Gorge
looking across one of the waterholes
another view of one of the waterholes
the Bell Gorge waterfall
the Bell Gorge waterfall
the kids swimming in the pool below the waterfall
lounge lizards - warming up on the rocks after a swim in the fresh pool
the amazing rocks along the side of the gorge - note the black staining from seasonal rains
Tasha contemplating how to make a path across the waterhole to the infinity pool
snorkelling int he infinity pool
sitting on the edge of the infinity pool - the edge of the waterfall is just behind them!
looking down the gorge from the infinity pool
view from the top of the falls - the infinity pool is to the left of the photo
Jesse admiring his fire at the Bell Creek camp ground
MANNING GORGE (visited 4 - 7 June 2016)
Without doubt, Manning Gorge was definitely our favourite place along the Gibb. The swimming hole at the campground was an oasis, replete with loads of green trees, sandy ‘beach-style’ access into the water, little rock ‘islands’ scattered across the expansive billabong and a myriad of creatures flying, swimming and crawling all about. The vibrant colours struck you immediately; the rich greens and browns of the undergrowth and canopy, the vivid red of the rosella flowers, the buttery sands and the azure skies all made for a wonderful ‘fairy-tale’ experience. The dogs were allowed to swim so they spent hours each day in the cool waters. Bodhi practiced his unique fishing style, standing motionless for 4 or 5 minutes then dunking his whole head as he tried to nab the fish swimming past. He seemed to enjoy himself despite never once catching a feed! Hailey preferred to refine her dog-paddle, happy for other swimmers to admire her stamina and agility in the water. After such strenuous activity, both were content to rest on the islands and watch the regular parade of new faces, happy to lap up the cuddles and attention from the dog-lovers passing by.
The swimming hole was quite wide and although it was shallow enough in most places for grown-ups to touch the bottom, there were a few deeper areas you needed to swim to get from one side to the other. It was necessary to cross the ‘pool’ if you wanted to walk to Manning Gorge, which was about 1.5km away. A little boat had been rigged to a rudimentary pulley system to get those across the waterhole who didn’t want to swim or who had bags with precious items such as cameras and food! The kids were enthralled by the boat and, with the help of a few new friends, spent hours heaving themselves and other campers across the pool. They had blisters and rope burn on their hands but the fun clearly outweighed the pain, and they all enthusiastically repeated the games day after day, occasionally recruiting new helpers.
Manning Gorge was another spectacular destination. The hot walk over the exposed, dry plains to get there was rewarded with a swim in the crisp, clear waters of the gorge. The waterfall at Manning was still flowing generously, helped by recent rains in the area. The rock face over which the water tumbled was tiered with multiple ‘platforms’, perfect for the brave (or stupid) to jump from. The climb to higher levels was more slippery and treacherous than to the lower platforms but it didn’t seem to be a deterrent. It became evident very quickly that the lowest platform attracted mums and young kids who were content to jump once or twice to satisfy their curiosity. The next tier up seemed to draw the dads and older kids who wanted to demonstrate their courageousness and the top platforms, close to the crest of the waterfall, were where the crazy teenagers went. They seemed completely fearless and a little foolish, doing backflips and getting massive air as they launched themselves out from the cliff face and hurtled towards the white-wash awaiting below. The kids and Michael all jumped repeatedly from the middle platform, enjoying the thrill and adrenalin in brought. Jesse slipped and bumped his way down a few layers of rock at one point but it wasn’t long before the lure of more jumps enticed him back to the cliff edge. It was a busy and vibrant place with tour groups, families and young people all sharing the same space. There were the ‘jumpers’, those who just drifted around in blow up rings or atop ‘noodles’, some swam vigourously across from the falls to where the track started, others floated around marvelling at the colours and ancient geology in front of them and some just sat contentedly on the rocks watching it all with big smiles and happy faces. We’d certainly recommend a visit to Manning if you’re ever in this incredible part of the world. It is well worth the effort and the corrugations to get there!
Manning Gorge camp ground was also the first place we encountered the ‘postie bike Gibb River ride’ gang. If you can believe it, a group of 18 people, supported by a few road crew in 4wd’s, were riding across the Gibb on postie bikes – Broome to Kununarra in 5 days! A grueling schedule for anyone, but to do it on a postie bike would have been incredibly hard yakka! It was part of a fundraiser for a kids brain cancer charity, and is run as an annual event. The road into the Manning camp ground was in reasonably poor condition. It included a number of muddy sections with one that was really deep, really long and really slippery! They’d had a few casualties as they’d tried to get the group through so when they arrived, most were hot, exhausted and caked in mud. They all threw themselves into the waterhole, fully clothed, boots and all, to wash off and refresh! We farewelled them the following morning but caught up with them again at a few more stops along the way.
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the 'beach' entry to the billabong
another view of the billabong
Michal and dogs relaxing on one of the little rock islands in the billabong
the kids playing on the boat that traverses the billabong
the boat at sunset
Bodhi 'fishing'
the beautiful rosella flowers
the majestic Boab trees - they are everywhere in the Kimberley!
some of the postie bike gang
Manning Falls - stunning!
the swimming hole below Manning Falls
Jesse jumping from the top of the Falls
Gemma jumping from the top of the Falls
Tasha jumping from the top of the Falla
having a break from all the jumping!
GIBB RIVERSIDE CAMP (visited 7 - 8 June 2016)
We’d decided not to make the trip to Mitchell Falls as we’d been told the Kalumburu Rd, which detours off the Gibb to take you to the Falls, was still ungraded and could take up to 4 hours to travel less than 100km. The Kalumburu Rd is also the only place you actually cross the Gibb River so we decided to camp there for a night. Being only about 10km from the Gibb River Rd, it wasn’t a major deviation but it was fun. We only stayed a night as the area was teeming with annoying bugs and huge, hairy tree spiders. It was a picturesque spot but we were happy to keep moving, especially after we discovered two of the shaggy spiders in our stuff!
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crossing the Gibb River
the Gibb River
the Gibb River
view from our camp
HOME VALLEY STATION (visited 8 - 9 June 2016)
A couple of famous Kimberley cattle stations are located at the eastern end of the Gibb. Home Valley is one of these. With the backdrop of the striking Cockburn Ranges, the famous Pentecost & Durack Rivers and expansive, untouched plains, it was easy to see why it was chosen to represent the iconic outback in the 'Australia' movie. It is owned by the Indigenous Land Corporation and covers an area of 3,459,475 acres – half the size of Belgium!
Although there were luxury accommodation options available, we, of course, opted for the more social camp ground. Most of the spots were shaded by towering eucalypts and had fire pits for an ‘authentic’ aussie experience. We only stayed a night so didn’t partake in the myriad of tours or walk to the billabongs or gorges on the property. The kids did find time to enjoy a swim in the salt water pool and make use of the huge playground with some new friends and some they’d already met along the way.
We met another family, fellow Goldstream owners, who’d had the most rotten luck during their travels. They’d broken all sorts of pieces on their camper and had it ransacked but they were soldiering on, still enthusiastic about the adventures to come. We heard other stories of casualties along the Gibb and were quietly thankful we’d survived (this far) unscathed. We still had to get through the largest river crossing, the Pentecost, and another 50km of dirt road but we were confident our rig would easily manage that.
We wanted to watch to postie bikes get across the Pentecost River so followed them down when they departed the Station just after brekkie. The river crossing was only a few kilometres from the Home Valley gate so we were there in no time. It’s a long crossing, about 100m wide, with one shallow section and one deeper section, which peaked around 50cm that morning. The Pentecost is also home to plenty of crocs so the riders were undoubtedly and understandably nervous about falling in. They discussed the best way to navigate the rocks and the tide (the river is tidal and luckily the ‘posties’ had picked the low tide time). They then lined up single file and a couple of experienced riders went first but stopped in the middle to offer support and advice to the less confident ones yet to come. Despite lots of bouncing and wobbling around (and heightened heartbeats), only one came a cropper! We all cheered as they reached the eastern bank and shouted words of encouragement to those waiting nervously with us for their turn to tackle the rather daunting water.
After bidding farewell to the bikers, we returned to Home Valley to pack up our van. It was our turn to tackle the Pentecost! Michael had been eagerly anticipating this part of the trip for months so he excitedly climbed in the drivers seat and we headed off. After watching the posties cross the river an hour earlier without any croc sightings, I decided I’d risk walking through the water to take some pictures. I’m sure the cars lined up behind us thought I was mad but I survived to tell the tale!
As the last of the bitumen loomed in the distance, it also heralded the entry point to El Questro Station – the last stop on our Gibble Ribble Road adventure.
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The beautiful Home Valley sign at the corner of the Gibb and their driveway
At the gates of Home Valley Station
that's us crossing the Pentecost...with me standing in the croc infested waters!
the view from inside the cabin as we cross the deepest section of river
one of the 'postie' gang gets ready to cross - he was the WA Minister for Roads and Transport, and the only one to tackle the crossing bare-footed!!
another 'postie' member heading off
the last of the posties lining up waiting their turn
EL QUESTER STATION (visited 9 - 13 June 2016)
El Questro’s ‘driveway’ started about 100m from where the unsealed road ended but there was no point re-inflating the tyres; the road in was 16km of 4wd track, including more fun-filled river crossings! The camping area was nestled beside the Pentecost and had large, grassy sites. We found a spot close to the water, which turned out to be next to Shell and Nic, the couple we’d met at the quarry! After a quick set-up, the kids took to scouting the rest of the campers looking for familiar faces.
We all loved El Questro – who wouldn’t! It had spectacular gorges, delightful hot springs, fantastic nightly entertainment, friendly staff, modern, clean amenities and our neighbours were great! The dogs were genuinely welcomed but they couldn’t go into the gorges so we again took turns to take the kids to the major attractions. El Questro is famous for its outrageously expensive ‘homestead’ accommodation where guests enjoy luxury rooms, fancy food, pools and tennis courts as part of their daily $2,000 tariff! We were in a different part of the property, at the ‘station stay’, Black Cockatoo campground. It may have been less salubrious but was way more fun (I’m sure!) and surprisingly good value, especially if you stayed 4 or more nights, which of course we did! The one million acre property that extends 80 km into the heart of the Kimberley is still a working cattle station but has, more recently, been transformed into a Wilderness Park that includes huge tracts of largely untouched land.
El Questro offered loads of activities for their guests including fishing, horse riding, helicopter rides and guided tours. We preferred to explore on our own and although we were feeling a little ‘gorged-out’, fellow guests agreed there were a few diamonds to see. After Karijini and places like Manning Gorge on the Gibb, we needed reassurances they were something special! We were suitably reassured so picked a few places to see during our stay.
I took the kids to Emma Gorge with Shell and Nic who tagged along and were great company. It was a lovely shaded walk that culminated at the base of a towering horseshoe shaped wall of red rock, stained black in sections where torrents of water gush down during the seasonal rains. The pool was cool and refreshing after working up a sweat on the walk. Evidence of the 2006 cyclone, which wiped out the up-market ‘tented cabins’ at the Emma Gorge resort, was still noticeable but much of the devastation was slowly being covered by the unrelenting creep of the undergrowth.
Michael headed off to El Questro Gorge the following day. It’s one of the longest and most challenging walks on the property at 7.8km round trip. Despite still being hot at this time of the year in the Kimberley, the kids managed the 6 hour trek well. Most people stop at the half way point where a swimming hole beckons weary walkers and a giant boulder poses a psychological and physical barrier. The kids were never going to be deterred by a simple ‘rock’ and they were rewarded for their efforts with incredible scenery and a beautiful pool at the end.
The kids begged for a horse ride and although they weren’t old enough for one of the trail rides, they did qualify for a ½ hr kids intro ride. We relented and they were ecstatic to have a walk around the paddocks on ‘Bobcat’, ‘Rusty’ and ‘Enkara’. It remains a highlight of their time at El Questro.
The final attraction recommended to us was Zebedee Springs. A short walk from the carpark saw you enter a tropical style oasis with palms and lush, green vegetation framing the cascading pools of warm spring water that flowed down the side of the steep rocks. I’m not bragging when I say this, but…the water was almost too warm to enjoy, given the ambient outside temperature. I know many of you are shivering through freezing Winters right now so having an opportunity to enjoy hot springs probably sounds incredibly enticing. We did loll around for a while, relaxing in the private pools, enjoying the last of our El Questro experiences. We contemplated the joys of the Gibb, the amazing and diverse landscape of the Kimberley and how we will miss this part of our incredible country.
We reluctantly packed up after 5 days of El Questro magic. Our food supplies were completely exhausted, save a can of corn, a little porridge and some tins of fruit! We’d have stayed longer if we’d had another few days of provisions to sustain us.
LEFT: El Quester's rather less impressive sign than Home Valley's! RIGHT: crossing the Pentecost into EL Questro, it's the final river crossing & the biggest!
PHOTOS FROM EMMA GORGE
PHOTOS FROM EL QUESTRO GORGE
PHOTOS FROM ZEBEDEE SPRINGS
THE HORSE RIDING ADVENTURE
MORE IMAGES FROM THE GIBBLE RIBBLE ROAD
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turning on to the Gibb River road...yay!
the road condition sign post at the beginning of the Gibb - i don't think the kids were meant to climb onto the platform but it made for a good pic!
Michael and I under the road sign
there are plenty of dumped cars along the Gibb - this one caught my imagination (near Tunnel Creek)
tree art!
the Queen Victoria Rock - can you see her profile in the rock?
The Imintji Roadhouse sign - the Roadhouse was closed for a few years while a couple of Indigenous groups sorted out the politics of running it. It re-opened about a month ago and now provides a secondary fuel and food option for Gibb travellers
the actual Imintji Roadhouse
the Mt Barnett Roadhouse - this is the bigger and busier roadhouse located near Manning Gorge at about the half way point
view from inside the car
more driving shots
can you see how big the corrugations are in this shot?
at a lookout near Mt Barnett and Galvins Gorge
at a lookout near Home Valley Station
another fun river crossing
the rock formations are incredible
views across to the Cockburn Ranges. The whole Kimberley region is part of what was once a mammoth underwater reef system in the Devonian period, some 350 million years ago. Plenty of ancient ocean fossils can be seen throughout the gorges, evidence of its fishy beginnings! As the geology changed and the Earth buckled over time, huge mountain ranges such as the Napier, King Leopold and Cockburn Ranges were forced skyward, giving us the landscape we see today.
Where the dirt meets the bitumen at the eastern end of the Gibb (there's still about 50km of tarmac before the official end of the Gibb)
The official end of the Gibb for us - the Eastern end near Kununurra
Road condition signs at the eastern end of the Gibb