Monday 1st August – 12,150 Km
Today headed back down the track to Jim Jim falls but turning right down to Twin Falls. On arrival found a couple of walks. One up the escarpment to the head of the falls where you could swim. The second being a short walk to a boat ($12.50) which ferried you up the gorge where there was another short but very scrambly walk/clamber to the base of the pool. We headed upwards first, hopefully before it got too hot. Quite a long climb, but the views always make it worthwhile. There were little arrows to keep you on the trail. However, at times you are so intense looking down where to put feet it is easy to go off track. We will blame it on Lewis, who with youth and agility pushed on ahead and led us up this beautiful butterfly filled gorge which became a dead end. Retraced our steps to look for the real track and promptly slipped and twisted my ankle badly. Recovered enough 15 minutes later to 'gingerly' carry on . But the nausea and tunnel vision had give me quite a fright. Malcolm found me a stick – half a tree trunk actually and was struggeling to carry it. Proto type 2 worked better and we found the plunge pools at the top. The cool water did my injury the world of good and the views and scenery lift the spirits. Eventually decided we had better make the descent, and was relieved to discover my ankle held up. After lunch we headed over to the boat ad chugged up the gorge to discover things can get better. Richard and Helen had been here 10 years ago and told us you were allowed to swim here then, but due to the crocs invasion any swimming now would incur an on the spot fine of $150. Trevor posed on the rocks under the waterfall! All good things come to an end and we made tracks back to the campsite to pick up the trailers. Just about to set off again, Malcolm noticed our 'water in fuel' sensor light was on. I forgot to mention getting to Twin Falls had entailed our deepest creek crossing yet – a good 600ml. So the Isuzu manual came our and we all poured (pawed :) over it and instructed Malcolm is various techniques (after the first operation) had failed to turn the light off. Several more in depth operations including Malcolm and Richard spooning on the ground under Max but the light wanted to stay on. Malcolm had drained some fuel and convinced himself there was no water in it, so we pushed on and 15 minutes later the light obligingly went out. I guess the next river crossing will have us keenly watching if it comes on again. We set up camp at Maguk, again no mossies and I caught a good wave (my term for a good night's sleep).
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