Sunday sewing last weekend was interrupted by a 12 hour fishing adventure. Yes, 12 hours.... We went with friends to a place called
Digger's Rest. Travel 90kms towards
Wyndham, then do a left and travel for an hour or so and your there! We stopped on the way at the old Boab Prison tree. The tree has a circumference of 14.7 metres and is estimated to be between 2000 and 4000 years old. As the name indicates it used to serve as an overnight lock up for patrols taking prisoners to Wyndham.
You can climb in it. Bats live in it now, it was smelly, Milly is holding her nose saying "ewwwww, it stinks!" in the first photo.
The ranges in the distance were amazing,
Australia was shot around here for a few weeks. Apparantly the plains were so bare in places due to wild goats eating and trampling everything in sight. Now it is cattle just staring at us, wondering what we are doing.
We were after the elusive
barramundi. But all we scored were the ugly cat fish! Grace caught one on her line but she couldn't bring herself to touch it! Mr H. helped!
On the banks of the King River. Waiting, and waiting....
The two tired and dirty fishermen.
Due to the crocodiles, swimming is a definite no go, so I let the girls play in the mud which they enjoyed. Thank goodness for napisan! Although I will admit I just threw their socks in the bin, didn't even attempt to wash those.
Dinner was a chicken roll and an apple under the sunset. We didn't catch any Barra, but we had a great day! Thankful for lovely friends that can take us to such amazing places.
Sunday sewing last weekend was interrupted by a 12 hour fishing adventure. Yes, 12 hours.... We went with friends to a place called Digger's Rest. Travel 90kms towards Wyndham, then do a left and travel for an hour or so and your there! We stopped on the way at the old Boab Prison tree. The tree has a circumference of 14.7 metres and is estimated to be between 2000 and 4000 years old. As the name indicates it used to serve as an overnight lock up for patrols taking prisoners to Wyndham.
You can climb in it. Bats live in it now, it was smelly, Milly is holding her nose saying "ewwwww, it stinks!" in the first photo.
The ranges in the distance were amazing, Australia was shot around here for a few weeks. Apparantly the plains were so bare in places due to wild goats eating and trampling everything in sight. Now it is cattle just staring at us, wondering what we are doing.
We were after the elusive barramundi. But all we scored were the ugly cat fish! Grace caught one on her line but she couldn't bring herself to touch it! Mr H. helped!
On the banks of the King River. Waiting, and waiting....
The two tired and dirty fishermen.
Due to the crocodiles, swimming is a definite no go, so I let the girls play in the mud which they enjoyed. Thank goodness for napisan! Although I will admit I just threw their socks in the bin, didn't even attempt to wash those.
Dinner was a chicken roll and an apple under the sunset. We didn't catch any Barra, but we had a great day! Thankful for lovely friends that can take us to such amazing places.
8 comments:
"Due to crocodiles" jeez woman every time I read one of these outback posts I expect disaster in the upcoming photos! Bummer about the elusive Barra, but the girls sure looked like they enjoyed the mud. What a place.
Wow, what an amazing tree. My boys would love that. Love that last photo. Just gorgeous.
Sometimes good things come from pulling yourself away from your sewing just for a day, or in your case 12 hours. It looks like fun was had by all.
I have loved following your adventures (both travel and quilty) on your blog after following along on EB. I am looking forward to meeting you at SIT!
I am so amazed at the adventures you go on with your girls! Heck, my girls didn't even like the ocean (well, gulf of Mexico) because of all the sand and seaweed, yet here I read all your adventures on swimming holes and mud holes and fishing, etc etc. Looks like so much fun!
What wonderful photos--and such darling little girls!
I love your adventures up there, nwhat awesome memors for your family. And that sunset-wow!!!
There are no wild goats in this region, only a small, managed herd, which does not brouse in the area in the photograph. You have to go down to the Pilbara to find feral goats.
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