We headed for a semi bush camp just south of the Deepwater National Park called Deepwater Dreaming. The property had a huge open paddock with the old homestead plum in the middle , then there was the national park to the north and virgin rainforest for a kilometre to the isolated beach. There were walking tracks and one driving track to the beach. As the sun came up each morning I would nip out ,drive to the beach and fish the dawn tide. Nothing big was caught but plenty of Flatheads and a couple of Tailor . The weather has been a bit hit an miss with some windy days hampering us a bit
Our neighbours in this 10 acre field were three people and two dogs . The dogs all roamed wild even though they should be on a lead . They all hung about their respective caravan and didn’t bother each other . Only commotion was when one chased a kangaroo down the middle and Keeva made a start to join in. we were very pleased when she came back to heel as kangaroos can seriously hurt dogs with their hind feet claws.
David the caretaker is a top bloke and a bit of a character . He had been a stockman in his younger days thereafter falling into a troubleshooting role running rough pubs in the outback . His face and body seemed to tell his story without words. It was at this point he casually revealed he had been shot three times and stabbed only two in the course of his duties . He took us through each scar on his body . My favourite involved Dorothy who had stomped on her husbands foot whilst he was dancing with another woman. David gently spoke to her about it and she put a Philips screwdriver through his thigh narrowly missing his main artery. He then showed us where the bolts were screwed into his skull when he broke his neck .
Now when i described the campsite as semi bush that was because there were no toilets or showers. As we have our own thats not a problem until it comes to number 2s . Our van toilet is like a Scotsman on holiday – liquids only. So for solid ablutions there was a 10 minute drive down a sandy track to a national park long drop- no dramas. I did however brave the open air toilet dump which is used to dispose of caravan toilet waste on one memorable occasion. Im not sure what the hazard tape was to prevent happening !
The town of Agnes water and the historic town of 1770 were 70 kilometres by the tarmac road or 20 via an offroad deepsand track . The track was fun ! 1770 is in an elite group of towns in the world to have a number and not a name. Cook landed here on his return home from Botany Bay . We were pleasantly surprised by 1770 .Very beautiful , serene and underdeveloped. One caravan park a couple of bars and natures beauty .