Tuesday morning five weeks ago I drove out to the Chamberlain gorge. For that I needed to ford the Chamberlain river. The river itself had just a bit of water, but the large stones severely shaked my car, even as I tried just with the L2 gear and be pretty slow. I even hit the rocks twice with something underneath. Afterwards the road was OK until Explosion gorge, the remaining track to Sandwich gorge was again a bit rocky. The Chamberlain Valley starts here and goes for more than 100 km straight into southerly direction. The rocky walls raising up left and right for more than 100 metres above the river bed. Everything is dry, except in the vicinity of the river, where there is still some water flowing, even at the end of the dry season. After that I went straight to Brancos Lookout. It’s another popular sunset spot at the El Questro station. Hence, during the morning, nobody else was there. From the top you can see the El Questro homestead, and the mouth of the Chamberlain River into the Pentecost river. After the lockout I needed to do again the rocky crossing of the Chamberlain river, and now I definitely understood what a man the evening before told me, about how that crossing shaked his boys across the car.
The Zebeedee falls closing at noon. Hence, I was a bit in a hurry to see them. And once I was there, I was a bit disappointed. They’re pretty small (sure it’s always a matter of perspective). Nevertheless, I took a quick bath in the warm water. The Livingston palms just near the falls, only grow in that small area. And it’s pretty surprising, that you suddenly stumble into that small forest. In the afternoon I went to the El Questro Gorge. In order to get there, I had to do a deep water crossing. But as I had a snorkel, and there were plenty of people around, I needed to test my car. Just use the L2 gear and let it drive with low speed, in order not to damage the fan of the radiator. The deepest point was probably 0.8-0.9m and it made some strange noise, when the front dipped into the water. In the end everything went good. The walk through the narrow El Questro Gorge provided shade during the hot afternoon. In the middle of the gorge there is a boulder, but to get there you’ll get wet feet, and I wasn’t in the mood to go further, as I needed to go back anyway the same way. Hence, I decided to turn around just in the middle of the way. Afterwards I drove out of the El Questro station and back to the Gibb River Road. I did the “famous” Pentecost river crossing, but at this time of the year, the river was already dried out, and this crossing wasn’t a challenge at all, compared to the one in the morning. I just drove a few kilometres behind the Home Valley Station to a nice lookout for the night.