Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Bush Camp in the Queensland outback

On the weekend of 25th & 27th July 2014 we decided to put our swags to good use camping along the Flinders River.  We were approx 45 kms out of Julia Creek but no phone coverage, in the middle of nowhere.

We purchased a yabbie net before taking off, thinking we would catch a nice feed of "Red Claw".  These are fresh water crayfish which populate water holes here in outback Queensland.  Very similar to Yabbies which are found in NSW.

It took no time to set up our swags when we had some visitors of the bovine variety (cattle), Drew took the yabbie pot down to the river and threw it in, hmmmm we are looking forward to breakfast tomorrow morning.
 My swag is up off the ground as
I don't want anything in my swag.          Drew throwing the yabbie pot in








Drew's swag is on the ground which we put a ground sheet under it.






The yabbie pot.                            
Cows - the only visitor on Saturday













While I was collecting rocks to make a fire ring (to contain the fire) Drew was collecting fire wood which was in abundance.



Drew collecting fire wood.

              Robyn's rocks around fire

Two photos of how good Drew is at making a fire.







As night fell we had already made a "bush stew" in the dutch oven.   We put our music on and if we sang out of key it did not matter as no-one was going to hear us.
Drew found a skeleton which we had a bit of fun with!!!!!










After a good night sleep we opened our eyes to a beautiful morning, but the birds just on sunrise made a hell of a racket which woke both Drew and I up, but boy it was the most lovely sounds, not the usual beep, beep beep of the alarm at 5.30am.
Even during the night I woke several times to hear the mopoke owl and some sort of screeching.  At 7am we heard "hullo, I am a surveyor and I will be crashing around the bush for awhile"  we then realised they were going to replace the culvert near where we were camping.
Our minds were on our feed of Redclaw, so Drew went down to pull up the pot, and to our amazement and frustration we had caught only one decent sized bream and a larger catfish, no redclaw at all.
It was the fishes lucky day as Drew let them go.  We made our way home after enjoying the peace and quiet.