Pine Creek was our furthest north on this trip. The locals were so thrilled that they let off fireworks to celebrate our achievement. Or, perhaps, it was merely the case that our visit coincided with Territory Day, Jul 1. There was an organised display on the oval preceded and followed by an informal celebration of the right to blow your face off. Fireworks can still be purchased for personal amusement in the Northern Territory.
A day’s drive from there took us to our furthest west on the trip, Timber Creek. Similar in size to Pine Creek but without the gold or railway artifacts. Just as interestiIng though are the Gregory Tree and the Nackeroo Monument. No rare parrots but instead this area is often called the Finch Capital of Australia. It had lived up to that title on a previous visit so here we were again.
At the caravan park there were bats in the trees and freshies in the creek.
The crocodiles are fed twice a week and we arrived on feeding day.
The birding spots are around the creek, the Victoria River, Gregory Tree and up the hill at the Nackeroo Monument. The Nackeroos were an army unit set up in 1942 as an observation and geurrilla unit on Australia’s northern coast. Travel was by horseback, resupply was irregular. It was a pretty tough gig especially in the wet. There is a poem on the monument, author not stated …
Somewhere in Australia where the sun is a curse, And each day is followed by another slightly worse, And the brick red dust blows thicker than the shifting desert sand, And the men dream and wish for a fair and greener land. Somewhere in Australia where the mail is always late, Where a Christmas card in April is considered up to date, Where we never have a pay day and we never pay the rent But we never miss the money 'cause we never get it spent. Somewhere in Australia where the ants and lizards play, And a hundred fresh mosquitoes reinforce the ones you slay, So take me back to good old Sydney where I can hear the tramway bell, For this god-forsaken place is just a substitute for hell.