25 – 26 June. 15735kms.
Leaving Darwin was momentous. On the road again! A stop off at a stunning national park to sit by a river and some tall palms and compose a video message for Pammi. She would have loved it there, She loved the top end, art and First nations culture. It felt right.
Out on the highway we were amped for our next bush camp. Alex had found an abandoned WWII airstrip, long and flat, great conditions, obscure and intriguing. Three hours down the road, off to the right, through a gate until you see a tyre hanging from a tree, turn right again. You have arrived.
Some 2kms of flat red gravel, lush bush on either side. Caravans dotted up the runway, plenty of space. We find a spot just for us and settle in. The light is incredible. Red sunset on red earth, a clear purple sky. Firepit created from discarded WWII metal scraps, dinner and backgammon, a crescent moon and sleeping under the stars. Perfection.
Back on the road the next morning, stopping through the infamous Daly Waters, an outback down awash with relics of the past, helicopters and washing machines, signage and trinkets. The pub full of gimmicks, decorated with bras and hats and number plates from all over. Worth it for a coffee, a juice and a giggle.
