Savannah Way definitely unsealed from here on and of varying quality, sometimes having to slow right down, but mostly pretty good. Caravan well and truly dusty now and had to make a few running repairs. Kids loved the name and Robbie had to call it the Highway to Hell.
Arrived at Hell’s Gate and it is like an oasis. Greenest lawn I have yet seen on any campsite.
Called Hell’s Gate as it was the end of police escort from Normanton in the early settler period, and you were on your own from here till Darwin. The gate is a natural break in an escarpment that you pass through.
One of the residents had an enormous white fluffy dog, the kids called it a polar bear and it was very friendly.
Next morning as we were leaving we met a British backpacker just arrived to work on the station for 3 months. Really interesting place to choose as this is miles from anywhere.
