15 July, 2016
Rain last week left plenty of water in table drains, in paddocks and in lakes on the drive along a well formed Gunbarrel Highway. The country was open with low shrubs on stony ground. The road was dusty but hanging back from the others, we were easily able to do 80km/h.
It was an interesting drive with many stops at bores and creeks full of water, then beside ranges of low hills.
We fuelled at Carnegie Station and then camped further along the road. It was cold, cups stuck to the tables, ice on the windscreen and tent in the morning.
Carnegie Station is 4 millions acres and holds 3500 cattle.
16 July, 2016
Around 9:30, we stopped at the football field, a large flat area where a grader crew had set up camp. Steel posts were erected and signs on a utility tray piled with camel bones denoted the WACA and MCG. A car was buried in a pile of dirt. It was probably the same grader driver who created the other piece of art with a truck, car, tyres and drums.
Mankili Claypan was about 8 kilometres after the road began to deteriorate. A truck driver trying to get through from the east had only just got out of a bog yesterday having spent 10 days stranded. So were were surprised to meet a couple at the clay pan towing a caravan. They had also been bogged overnight and gave us some tips on how to avoid the mud ahead which we did by finding wide detours into the bush.
The border of the Wiluna Shire was 155 km from our overnight camp
Lunch was at Geralton Bore around 1:00pm and as it was a good campsite, we decided to stay the night.
Mt Beadell was about 90 kilometres past our camp and to reach there we had to negotiate a very rough track of corrugations and washouts. Some earlier travellers lost a little bit of gear on the edge of the track.
From the top of the hill we could see the road we’d driven on all morning stretching back to Mt Everard we’d climbed earlier. For the middle of the Gibson Desert, it appeared quite lush.
18 July, 2016
Another cold camp at the back of Mt Beadell. -4℃ on the car – frozen washing, cups glued again to the table and ice on everything not moving.
Fifty-five kilometres from the camp was Beadell’s tree where we stopped to fill water at the pump. The plaque was on a lovely mature gum unlike any other growing in this area.
It had been wet here recently and cracked mud was still in the wheel ruts.
Sharon drove for the worst of the road again through washouts, ruts, corrugations, rocks, creek beds for tracks. She handled it like a pro.
The
Heather Highway bypassed the Gunbarrel and if possible the road deteriorated a little. The countryside was flat and uninviting and it gave glimpses of what it could be like in the bad times.