The rougher Gibb: Ellenbrae scones and the Pentecost

Andy
Arriving at Ellenbrae.

The second half of the Gibb was much rougher, with fewer of the gorge swims we had become accustomed to and the corrugations meeting the reputation of the . There were still some very welcome distractions from the constant vibration.

Arriving at Ellenbrae.
Arriving at Ellenbrae.
Scones and cream at Ellenbrae.
Scones and cream at Ellenbrae.
A bird in the shade.
A bird in the shade.

Ellenbrae's scones were one of them. We stopped in its green oasis for scones and cream, with birds in the trees and a rather more comfortable place to sit than the vehicle. An excellent interval in a bumpy day.

A quiet riverside moment.

The Pentecost crossing became another milestone towards the end of this part of the road. The river and the Cockburn Range made a striking setting, and we found a beautiful camp up high with the view to ourselves.

A crocodile in the water.
A crocodile in the water.
The patterned rock beneath our feet.
The patterned rock beneath our feet.
Warm light at camp.
Warm light at camp.

After the cheerful bustle of the school-holiday camps, that little patch of solitude felt especially good. The river also brought our first proper encounters with the local crocodiles. We were happy to appreciate those at a distance.

A wide view towards the ranges.

Stars above the river country.
Stars above the river country.