Lorella Springs NT 14/8/20 - 20/8/20
Finally it was time to head off for a real tour. The destination Lorella Springs Homestead. This was initially to be the first part of our journey to continue onto QLD but at the time borders were still a little unstable. We did not want to risk getting stuck outside of the Northern Territory, so a one week trip was planned with Deb and Ross again on their BMW 1200.
First night out of Darwin was at Mataranka Homestead 431km south. The highlight of the homestead was definitely not the accomodation but the thermal pools that are accessed by a short walk from the campground area. The Thermal pool is part of Elsey National Park, a 13800 hectare park that was made famous by the book written by Jeannie Gunn called “We of the Never Never”. The book recounts Jeannie’s experience living on Elsey Station with her husband back in 1902. The Thermal springs flow constantly at a temperature of around 30 degrees (86F) so though not refreshing on a hot day they are still definitely relaxing.
The other challenge for the day was fuel. The run from Mataranka to Lorella Springs Homestead was 450km with no fuel stops. With a 31 litre fuel tank the bike has the capacity to do up to 600km but that was yet to be proven on dirt and we knew the BMW definitely wouldn’t make it on one tank, so a little extra fuel was carried in fuel bladders - more weight. Another parallell for sailing. When a boat is overloaded and too heavy on her waterline she will not sail well. Overload a bike and you are going to make your life hard. As soon as there was room in the tank the bladders were emptied and we were happy to say that the BMW took a little of the Ducatis load the next day when their tank was getting awfully low.
We had a good nights camp on the Towns River where the true spirit of a fellow camper was shown. We had arrived with water but not excess expecting there to be water in the nominated campground that came with a bush toilet. Not a tap to be found and the river here was salt water. We knew we could back track inland a few kilometres and refresh our water containers but a kind gentleman by the name of “Bluey” who happened to be staying in the area unloaded several jerry cans of water and a bucket for a bath wash, rather than see us have to take the bikes back up the sandy track. In payment he took up residence at our camp for several hours sharing stories.
Day 5
Given time constraints we headed south the next morning, 140km of more dirt to Cape Crawford, but very happy that the early morning start had made the run out of Lorella so much easier. Cape Crawford literally consists of a roadhouse called Heartbreak Hotel 120km from the coastline. It apparently was named after a drover, Lindsay Crawford who discovered the northern most point (Cape) of the Abner Ranges in 1880. As for the name of the roadhouse the story goes that the original owner of the establishment had his heart broken when his fiancée headed off with a ringer and so the name stuck.
Turning west our next stop, 285km later, was at Daly Waters Historical Pub. The Daly Waters Pub is the oldest pub in the Northern Territory built in 1930. Not old in European standards but for our Territory that’s something special. The current owners have capitalised on the history of the building, the bar is littered with memorabilia left behind by people who have had a good time, hearty meals including the signature dish of steak and barramundi are served up, entertainers perform each evening in the open restaurant to a multitude of travellers passing though in motorhomes, caravans or in our case on motorbikes. No tenting tonight we were most impressed with the clean comfortable facilities offered by the pub. Complete with the best feeling hot shower.
Day 7
Our last day on this trip proved to be somewhat challenging. Taking the scenic dirt road out of Pine Creek turned out not to be such a good idea. A large slashed tyre resulted not long after turning off onto the dirt road. It took several plugs to repair before we could limp back into Pine Creek. Over the next five hours we would ride, stop, repair and reinflate the tyre. What should be a three hour run home from Pine Creek took seven. Andrew was however by this time well practice in the repair of the tyre and we came to appreciate our small compressor and the need for an endless amount of plugs. Ross headed out of Darwin to collect us with a car trailer but through determination and one last effort Andrew managed to get the repair to hold and we made it home unassisted but happy to know had it not worked we had an exit plan. Thanks Ross.