Rise and shine at 5.30 am everyone we’re going on a road trip to Bell’s Gorge. It’s a three hour drive down the Gibb but no one is keen to camp overnight because it’s too hot so we set out early for a day trip. The drive is stunning. The landscape changes from red dirt with bare trees to red dirt with black trees to red dirt with green trees. There is one section where there are two hills either side of the road looking like giant gates into Mordor. At a half way look out point the scene is hazy. We take our happy snaps, have a pee and drive on. I feel safe being in the 4WD as we approach creek crossings because our other half of the road trippers are in a 2WD. At the first crossing our car is right at home but before allowing our two-wheeler to cross we wade through the creek to check the depth- “should be ok” we conclude and decide to give it a go. Coleen has a tow rope in her Hilux if need be. The two-wheeler gets through and we all hoorah and celebrate then jump back in and tackle the next few without hesitation.
But the creeks are the least of our worries at the entrance to the road to Bell’s Gorge are signs stating “Road Closed”. Hmm well we didn’t drive all this way to get to a road so around the barricade we go.
There is about a 2km walk over rocks and twigs to get to the gorge and it’s sweaty work but when you get there… ahhh. The water falls from numerous rocky areas and hits a giant pool. We clamber down to the pool and dive in to the serenity. We shower under the falls and bathe on the hot rocks. We swim further on and find more and more waterfalls. By 11.30 we’re ravenous and get stuck in to a picnic on the rocks. Then it’s dozing time, more swimming and then sadly time to head home.
And what’s a Sunday night without fish and chips on the jetty…
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