Wallaman Falls in the wet.
So we’ve pitched in Ingham, and the bar’s shut. Obviously. We’re booked in for the night so we hit the Hinchinbrook Hotel for a countery. We are down south to have a look at the 268m Wallaman waterfall in Girringun National Park. In the Warrgamaygan language Wallaman means ‘big water’. They’re not wrong. It’s 50km and worth every bend, river crossing and stubborn cow. The car is tearing up the bitumen as we zig and zag through Trebonne and across the Stone River crossing. They must know it gets tasty as they leave a JCB at the top of the road into the crossing to shift flood debris. And crocodiles. As we approach the escarpment a creek has spilled across our path. We stop. I see the double line all the way across, about 50m, and take the plunge into 50cm of water. And a log. Which I drive over. That gets lodged in the undercarriage. Great. I reverse out and manage to drag the errant lump of gum tree with me. It’s wedged. So out we get and give it a yank. Yeah na...