Wednesday 22nd May 2013In the Berkeley River
So much for the good night’s sleep!!!!
I was woken sometime during the night by the slapping of water on the hull, the sound of a noisy engine and a strong light through the hatch. There was a large motor boat to our stern, going round in circles searching for an anchorage. At daylight I saw that this motor boat was Kimberley Quest, a large tourist boat. It must have come into the river on the night’s high tide and the sloop had left. Not in any particular mood to be concerned it was back to bed for me and more sleep. MrJ did the same.
WST 0500h out of bed as it was now the new time for our SICYC HF radio sked, not that we have made contact with Andy at all but we were lucky enough to get onto Swarree II again. They were now at the top of Cape York getting ready to do the Gulf crossing to Gove.
I went up on deck to do some of my exercises, using the hard deck for standing exercises which are too hard to do at sea, and the softness of the tramps for floor workouts and stretching. There were a few mossies around and that means there will be sandflies too. I don’t feel the sandflies, MrJ does but it is the mossies that leave their mark on him. The sandflies can attack me with a vengeance and I don’t even know it, leaving me with great fester bites that soon turn to inflamed pussy sores. Horrible things!!! I was not too worried as I was covered with a thick layer, head to toe, of my homemade insect repellent.
I did read one time in the boat Scarlett’s (Craig and Kerry) notes that Gavin, a mate of ours (referring to Gavin Le Sueur of a certain Multihull book fame) once said that it was a crime for a catamaran to carry a dinghy on its decks. Oh well, that was another rule broken!!!
MrJ and I still had the task of getting the large outboard motor onto the back of the tinny, using pullies and muscle power again, without the motor or anyone falling into the river. I just kept thinking, Croc Country!!!!!
It was a lot of hard work for a couple of old people (ha ha!) and the work was not over yet. The tinny with its load of outboard motor had to be hauled up onto the davit; none of this towing small boats behind for us.
|Kimberley Quest with Mt Casuarina I the background|
A couple of small tinnies from the tour boat were slowly making their way back along the river’s edge allowing the holiday maker some time at fishing, while I was pulling up the anchor getting ready to move off, to explore another part of this wonderful wilderness river.
Motoring in half a mile further we find the first large creek that is marked on out guide; it forks off to the right. MrJ and I kept going up river till we come to another, larger creek also forking off to the right, The Casuarina Creek which is 3n/m from inside the mouth of the river. Here we dropped the anchor in 10mt of water on the upstream side of the creek entrance under the protection of a huge red cliff face on the northern bank. And still the thousands of jelly fish are floating by. How amazing............!!!
We were surrounded by mangroves on the southern bank, which meant sandflies to me. I was wearing my homemade insect repellent which I so did hope that it would be working. As I was dropping the anchor I did happen to see something slip into the river waters from the muddy bank. I guess we had a neighbour!
Near Casuarina Creek - 14'23.579S - 127'43.707E
|Egrets along the river|
The evening falls fast, bringing clearer skies and an illuminated moonlit night. Not yet a full moon even though the moon light lights up the whole waterway sending shimmering silver reflection off the water mixed in with the darkness of the shadow from the looming cliffs.