Our Doorway To Camping OZ

Well my friend and travel guide Graeme decided to show me the Dalrymple National Park.  He told me of a story that the farmer who use to own the land where the Fletcher Creek rest area is now, was riding a horse and fell and was impale by a stick. A  camper who was camping by the river at the time heard the farmer cry for help, the man with a medical background who saved his life. When he died he willed this land to the council, and now is a a campground for the public called Fletcher Creek campgrounds. We headed towards Fletchers Creek rest area as the entrance to the park is access this way. Down the track before the entrance to the park there was a stone memorial with a tree stump on top with a "L" marking a significant tree which was destroyed in 1922 by a bushfire. Early explorers camp here in 1845 and is now marked as West Hill Camp and explorer Leichhardt marked the tree with the letter L and remained until the tree was burnt down. We came to the park entrance where ga

Well Graeme our friend invited me along in his mighty Ford Ranger and decided to take the challenge and go out to Big Bend just to see if it was as bad as it was said to me by a fellow camper at the river. Well after entering the Big Bend road we came across a river crossing with a rock river bed to cross water depth about 600mm, no trouble for the Ford Ranger. Then we went through a lot of very sandy tracks that snaked the area with some turns only wide enough so a 4x4 fits through the gaps. Then we found Echo Hole, this is a rock formation where ancient larva flow had come through and water trapped in the rocks where you could see fish swimming.  Some of this water areas are big as lakes and serves as an overflow when the river system floods. There are great camping areas here, where you can have your own slice of heaven, it is a true paradise out here. Travelling further down sandy tracks we reached Big Bend the Burdekin river low water levels exposing a massive amounts of sand like