Manifest Destiny

After looking at a map of Queensland, we realized just how little ground we have covered. Since it was shaping up to be a rainy weekend up and down the Coast, we decided to go west. The trusty Lonely Planet guide said that Carnavon Gorge National Park was worth the trip, so the tent was tossed in the Holden and we set off not really knowing what to expect.



We set off through the Great Dividing Range and got our first taste of exactly how big Australia is - it's fairly populated in the area we were driving through, still you could pass 100kms without passing through a town. After 8 hours of driving, we arrived in Roma (home of the Big Rig - what is is with Aussies and building big fiberglass objects?) thinking that we were a few kms away. We turned up Carnarvon Gorge Road and realized, we were dead wrong. Night has started to fall and the bugs were amazing; it was like driving through that old school Microsoft Star Wars screen saver.



Two hours, a few close encounters with road trains and many kanagroos dodged later, we arived on the final road to the campsite to another shock: It was another 35kms down a dirt road to the campsite. We didn't pay much attention to the stock crossing sign, until we were literally driving through a herd of cattle, only to arrive to once again pitch the tent in the headlights of the car.



It was nearing midnight and we were so tired. So, we turned in and hoped that the morning would bring some good bushwalking.