Saturday, August 3, 2013

ACROSS THE KIMBERLY: KATHERINE - KUNUNURRA - BROOME





Sculptured boabs silhouetted against red escarpments and blue sky signalled the beginning of the Kimberly.







Huge floppy eared brahman cattle watched us with sorrowful eyes as we cruised past at 120km. They gather around watering points in the shade but have an inevitable  future – dinner plates in Indonesia & the Middle East. 




This is the land of the 19thC cattle pioneers who took up large tracts of land on the tropical northern frontier, under fierce opposition from the local Aboriginal people.






Victoria River and Ranges of Gregory National Park in the background


Kimberly Aboriginal people from around Argyle Station: Photo, Argyle Homestead Museum

The irrigated paddocks of the Ord looked like overgrown orchards with a variety of small trees closely planted. They make up 60% of the present Irrigation Area stage 1 and it’s sandalwood – a root parasite cultivated on a variety of root stock. It takes 15 years for the large root systems to mature, be ripped up and chipped for the production of sandalwood oil, a valuable perfume fixative exported to France.  The wood is also exported to an insatiable market in India.

A Sandalwood plantation: Taller trees are host trees whose roots 
are parasitised by the Sandalwood

Parasitic Sandalwood root ready for chipping after fifteen years

The Ord River scheme has hade a chequered agricultural history since the late 1960’s when the notion of intensive irrigated farming in the north was conceived. The vagaries of climate, grain loving birdlife and isolation from markets has challenged farmers as they have experimented with a wide variety of crops including sugar cane, rice, tropical fruit, vegetables, cotton and sandalwood.

Lake Argyle dam wall across the Ord River valley

Dethridge wheel to measure and distribute irrigation water 

There seems to be a tension between the remaining food producers and industrial crop growers – a green bean farmer was employing a large team of backpackers to grade his freshly picked crop ready for transport to Perth, 3000km south - melons, mangos and pawpaws are similarly treated.









Some other produce produced by bean farmer
An important RAMSAR wetland near Wyndham
Parrys Lagoon is an Eden-like billabong just below the ruins of a World War I naval communications base, 15km south Wyndham. A short boardwalk led to a roomy bird hide where we proceeded to tick off the feathered highlights. There were brolgas among the reeds and the often-elusive reed warbler warbled and displayed for us. 
Clamorous Reed Warbler
A lone darter opened its beak wide revealing a sound we have only heard by waterways at night as a giant egret and pied cormorant walked into the frame of my camera viewfinder. Snapper’s & twitcher’s heaven!
A trio of wetland birds
A trio of grebes followed a salt-water crocodile along the length of the lagoon.  Perhaps the swishing tail disturbs vegetation morsels from the bed of the waterway, saving precious energy in having to dive for their food. Now that’s a better example of commensalism than moss growing on trees!
Hoary-headed Grebe close up
The Rainbow Bee-eater swished past…and that is definitely a whistling kite perched, practising its tell-tale tune often just heard as an outback etude filtering through the coolibahs. Too far away to photograph, but the “Jizz” of a small bird with flayed toes gently walking on the water-lily pads identifies the “Jesus Christ” bird or small Jacana. Heaven in a pool. And why come to Western Australia if you don’t spot the Blue-winged Kookaburra, not laughing, but showing off its azure wing accents nevertheless.



This magical hour demonstrated the value of stopping-a-while and taking the road less travelled. 





The small settlement of Warmun (Turkey Creek) beckoned. We had planned a visit to the school and had faint hopes of investigating some family history connections of the Irish Macales – descended from Gary’s great-great-grandfather, Walter Macale who emigrated from the village of Eyrecourt, Eire in the 1850’s. Much was to be revealed! 

Warmun has a strong artistic tradition. Lena was the artist who went to Paris recently as her design now graces the roof of the Quai Branley Ethnographic Museum highlighting traditional cultures. Here she is working on a painting based on a Barramundi theme

Ngalangangpum School serves the Warmun Community ably led by their principal, Leanne, seen below trying to escape Gary's lens. 



It is part of the WA CEO school system and was originally established by the Josephite Order in the late 1970’s. It is well resourced and staffed by a dedicated team of teachers and support staff. A new early childhood centre prepares the early learners for formal school. The obvious challenges of geographic and professional isolation are dealt with on a daily basis as the staff strive to implement a relevant, culturally sensitive educational program with their Aboriginal students.

The school vegetable garden is a wonderful initiative by the ‘Edge of Nowhere’ (EON) organization who aim to support isolated communities to cultivate and eat their homegrown fruit and veggies. The secondary students were really enjoying their afternoon in the garden on the day we visited. For those students who wish to complete the final two years of secondary school, there is the alternative opportunity to attend boarding school, or remain at Warmun, if separation from family would be too difficult.



























It transpired that two of Gary’s great-great Macale bachelor uncles had settled in the Turkey Creek district and Walter  (the older brother) eventually owned Greenvale Station, later amalgamated into Bow River Station in 1945 and now owned and run by the Juwurlinji Community. We had the privilege of meeting with Kevin Macale, who is the grandson of Richard Macale, the younger of the two Macale brothers. He was delighted to tell Gary that they were therefore ‘brothers’ from an Aboriginal kinship perspective!

Kevin Macale and Gary Schoer - Kevin's Great Grandfather is Gary's Great Great Grandfather

The road to Broome was edged with an increasing variety of flowering plants interspersed with areas of dry season burning. 

Kimberly Rose - A type of Kurrajong and a Northern Rainbow Lorikeet

Kapok flower. The fluffy seeds were used as a filling for pillows

Mulla Mulla: A common dry country flower. 
There are 83 species in Australia

Our first LPP (Little purple plant) Solanum dioicum a member of the Solanaceae family which includes chiles, tomatoes, capsicum and deadly nightshade. Note the prickles.

The grasses below grow over two meters tall in the wet season adding greatly to the dry season  fuel load in the Kimberly.


30% of Kimberly burns every year, with most fires the result of lightning strikes


This sunset shot at Kununurra reminded us where we were...


Pearls, whales, the turquoise ocean and some R&R in a B&B awaits us at Broome...



































































































Friday, July 26, 2013

Beasties Across the Barkly Tableland



The rolling Mitchell Grass plateau of the Barkly Tableland is 100,00km2 in area and stretches from Mt Isa in NW Queensland to Tennant Creek in the Northern Territory and north to about 100km from the Gulf coastline. The character of the region is shaped by the local Aboriginal cultures, mining, the cattle industry and tourism.

The roads are straight and stretch to the horizon with the caravans of grey nomads appearing like covered wagons in the distance. 

Grey nomads were out in force once we hit the Barkly and Stuart Highways 

They emerge out of shimmering mirages and tend to congregate in mutually supportive herds in the ‘free’ camping spots along the highway. Everyone is settled by 3.30pm – 4.00pm as camp stools are drawn into tight circles for ‘happy hour’.

Formal campgrounds are scattered every 200km or so along the highway usually behind a roadhouse or on a cattle station. Powered sites are always at a premium and the rigs of newish x4 wheel drives and shiny vans sprouting TV and UHF  aerials, start to vie for these prized sleeping spots by mid afternoon.


 A grey nomad settled in at Daly Waters

 Like all herd animals their camping behaviours are interesting to observe. There is always a determined search for a patch of grass on which to place the picnic table and a shady patch in which to unfold the aluminium chair from which to watch the late arrivals and to enjoy a cold beer, held in a souvenir stubbie holder of course.

A delivery by a beast

I am proud of my Stars and Stripes beast

We settled into the remote camping site of the Daly Waters pub. So remote in fact, that we share the dusty space with about 150 other campervans, tents, camper-trailers and caravans. Every traveller has pulled in for the night to enjoy the idiosyncratic character of the pub and to enjoy a country western concert and a feed of ‘beef or ‘barra’. Our neighbours are about 1.5 metres away – perhaps there can be too much of a good thing! The evening concert of bush songs, bad bush verse and corny jokes only had a limited life span for us before we abandoned it, it was pretty painful.


Daly Waters pub 

Sustenance for the beasts at Daly Waters

 
A big "happy hour"...with entertainment at Daly Waters pub and campground


That's beef and/or barra after a beastly day travelling

No, kids. We are eating at Daly Waters tonight! Some nice beasts are for sale.


 Spoils of rough nights at Daly Waters

I purchased a good leather belt, tanned traditionally by Wattle bark...and "GAZ" is stamped on it...a most valued outback souvenir

David and Goliath at dawn at Kynuna

The biggest beasties in the world of this highway are the road trains – the lifeblood of the region. They carry stock, fuel, mining equipment, food supplies, minerals,  beer, vehicles and every other imaginable item needed by the locals. They roll down the highway at 100km/hour – all 53 metres of them and carry 2000 litres of diesel when tanked up. The drivers sport thongs, blue singlets and tatts and perform daily miracles of skilled driving to stay on the bitumen and avoid annialahting the grey nomad caravaners who try to overtake them at unsafe speeds.

A beast leaves the campground at Kynuna at dawn


Another long day's haul starting

An explosive beast...we stayed well-clear when passing

We passed this monster rig of mining machinery in the dirt and got a split windscreen for our efforts...a three day delay in Mount Isa as a replacement came from Townsville. What a beast!

A large windmill turning slowly in the breeze or the frame of a solar powered artesian bore pump are a sure indicator of a cattle watering point from a turkey nest dam along the stock route or on a station bordering the highway. The cattle wander in largely unfenced paddocks and are of Santa Gertudis and Brahmin breeds – with other variations unknown to the eye of this city slicker. We occasionally pass the bloated carcass of a beast that has come to grief in the path of a road train.

Windmill and Ghost Gum

A pump used to obtain artesian water from a non free-flowing bore. This water is not an infinite resource and levels have fallen since the Artesian Basin was tapped over a century ago.

A mixed herd of Brahman and Santa Gertrudis (bulls)

The raptors are well fed along the highway from the carcasses of road kill, eg kangaroo, wild pigs, feral cats and foxes. Wedge-tail eagles hold to the meat until the last second before a vehicle flashes past and they soar into the sky and settle on a nearby dead tree branch to eye the road and wait for their next opportunistic dive into the animal sacrifice on the bitumen.
An "ex-beast" pursued by scavenging birds.

Wedgetail Eagle scavenges instead of hunts when road kill is plentiful

Which political beast is this disguised as a termite mound?

A cool termite beast in the Top End of Australia

Two wheeled beasties certainly demonstrated courage and a sense of adventure, usually ridden by bronzed Viking looking young men – it is a long way between cold drinks on the Stuart Highway. The best pedal power machine was a creation of ingenuity, capturing solar power to assist his legs. (<facebook.com/solar shift>)

A solar bike at Katherine

A combined solar power cell array and shade source

Spreading the word about our necessary alternative energy futures

The campground at Katherine Gorge (Nitmiluk NP) is a sanctuary of cool shaded sites, swimming pool and lots of birds – sheer bliss. So much for the remote outback and the hope of getting away from one’s fellow human beings. Yet another myth is exploded – we are just another beastie taking to the road.

WILDLIFE BEASTIES OF NITMILUK NATIONAL PARK 

(KATHERINE GORGE)



 Rainbow Bee-eater

Blue-winged Kookaburra

Northern Rainbow Lorikeet (red collar) in Darwin Woolybut

A wallaby in campground at Nitmiluk National Par

 Hairy and prickly spinifex beast...many seen




A homage to the drivers of the beasts in an outback roadhouse



And fond greetings from Gary and Bronlyn now at Kununurra, the gateway to the Kimberley