It was time to leave the remote beauty of the tip of Cape York and start wending our way back down south – although we still have a few weeks left of our Wild Adventure II it seems like a turning point has been reached…

The camp was packed up with military precision…the Wells had made an early start having risen before everyone else and raced to the showers….meaning they could relax and have a cuppa while everyone else threw their belongings into the back of their utes….

The Bamaga road back to the Jardine Ferry was pretty rough – worse than when we came in but still not a match for the Oodnadatta this year…We drove on to the barge – Gordie’s Titan just squeezed next to another car – very close shave!!

We crossed the Jardine on the barge and drove on to the turnoff onto the old telegraph track towards Elliot and Twin Falls. The road in was very corrugated, rutted and had one challenging river crossing which no one had obviously been doing – opting rather for the chicken track around the side.

At one point a new rattle was heard in the Ranger – Branch jumped out to inspect and discovered 2 bolts on the awning of the car had sheared off and the awning was flapping around – MacGyver made use of some straps to secure it pro tem until a more permanent fix could be done…

Elliot Falls were beautiful as were Twin Falls – both part of the Elliot Creek that feeds into the Jardine River.

We had a quick swim at the falls and then drove back out to Fruitbat Falls for another swim and lunch.

Our stop for the night was Bramwell Station again – this time we set up under one of their big shelters closer to the amenities.

Branch assisted Gordie with some running repairs to his camp chair utilising the pink toolkit!!!…

Trev made use of Gordie’s height to install the batlight before it got dark…

We listened to a sermon on “Fear” which put so much of what we face in life in to perspective in the light of eternity as far as what to fear and what not to fear.