'Deep sand' at Lyons River

I realised I haven't written about Lyons River. It's a place I've loved ever since our first trip to the Kennedy Ranges some years ago. Where we got bogged and had to spend the night. Except we weren't really bogged ... no really ... 'We' just thought we were.

Mark at Lyons River

We had a delightful lunch there, under the spreading river gums, being entertained by families of yellow plumed honeyeaters. They played branch chasey, snuggling up in bunches then tearing away in twittering skeins to embroider another branch with their pale golden feathers. If that wasn't enough a party of striated pardalotes flew in feeding on the ground, then up to forage on lerp encrusted river gum leaves.

Looking up

 Back to getting bogged. As we drove out after that loverly lunch, through deep alluvial sand, the car just sank. Woops. Change gears, try again, dig it out a bit ... try again. Just sinks deeper. Hmmm.

Looking down

Me - are you sure you've got it in four wheel drive? 

Yes. of course.

Me - Are you sure the hubs are locked in?? 

YES OF COURSE. 

Just looking 

OK - more digging, more trying - not working. Stay the night. Enjoy the scenery, the birds, the pools of water, the sunset and sunrise.

Lyons River & the ford

Next morning, he decides to check the hubs - you guessed it, they were of course not locked in to four wheel drive. Fix that, and we drive straight out. 

Question - why didn't you check it yesterday.

Answer - because I KNEW they were locked in!!!

Looking upstream

We have camped there since, and even avoided being bogged. However it is a place for adventure and the unexpected. Last year there was a skinned dingo? hanging from a tree on the side of the road. Mark gallantly cut it down, as it was creeping me out every time I walked past it.

We made a quick trip to the Kennedy's as well, but it was the Lyons river that was the bigger attraction this time.

Road into the Kennedy Ranges