CAMPED BY THE BURDEKIN RIVER
Trip Start Oct 05, 2009
322Trip End Oct 31, 2013
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bivouac junction camp ground
Campapse River to Bivouac Junction 130 kms
WEATHER: Still hot and dry
Still on Flinders Highway and heading towards the coast we stopped at a free roadside rest stop on the Campaspe river. Close to the road and the railway line, have to confess it was a bit noisy but things got quieter by about 10pm and happily it was cooler too.
We shared the space with a elderly couple in a huge bus that was their home, a man with 4 very hyper-active young children who scared us a bit when he set off into the dry river bed with his chain saw to get some fire wood, lit a fire that the children showed only momentary interest in before attending to their games and then could not extinguish the fire because "I have no battery and no pump to access water" as Kath went over to pour water on the flames. Wow,some people are really dangerous in the bush!!!
Next stop on our way to Townsville was Charters Towers, an interesting gold mine town with beautiful historical buildings dating back to the rich days of gold mining.
We are starting to experience the feel of the tropics with mango trees and houses built on stilts and dare I say, a little bit of humidity.
As we explored the attractive town Sheila remembered that the rugby match between the Broncos and the Cowboys was being held in Townsville Saturday night which was a very big reason to not go to Townsville today.
The young woman in the information centre told us that there was no camping in the Dalrymple National Park but recommended the Bivouac Junction Bush Camp just 20 kms out of town.
And what a treasure this camp was; right on the junction of the Burdekin River and.......can't remember that river's name, large open spaces, fireplaces and a very friendly atmosphere. Allan showed us to our perfect spot overlooking the river and by a massive tamarind tree and all for $15 pn.
The camp ground was busy Saturday night with families from Townsville who are regular campers but by Sunday noon the place was mainly inhabited by a small group of grey nomads and travellers who waxed lyrical about this campground and with good reason.
The local peacocks kept us entertained with their amazing mating display of tail feathers and the little wallabies, shy and cute feeding on green grass kept a safe distance.
We loved walking the sand along the diminishing river where people were fishing and picnicking.
On Monday morning we packed up, said goodbye to our neighbours and pointed the van east to the coast and Townsville.
This was a bush camp to remember and recommend