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Pleasingly, to both they & us, the seemingly never ending bush, as we headed inland, away from the more populated coast was something we all appreciated & marvelled at. The sealed road took us almost to Chillagoe, where we enjoyed a bit of caving in the extensive jagged limestone formations (once under sea reefs), after enjoying lunch at the local swimming pool, a picturesque little swimming hole complete with little waterfalls & shade courtesy of large paperbark trees, in a river on the outskirts of town. Camp for the night was also on the outskirts of town in a lovely spacious \u2018eco- bush camp\u2019 with possibly the best appointed & scrupulously clean long drop toilet we have ever encountered. A visit during the early hours of the morning gave me quite a start & a good laugh. In the middle of one of the provided rolls of toilet paper was a large black spider, & I was suddenly far more awake than I had expected to be. Bloody jokers! It was a rubber one. I left it there for the next users \u2019enjoyment\u2019 but sadly it had ‘moved on’ later in the morning before we departed. Back in 2008 we had found Chillagoe a lovely welcoming & friendly place to visit, but far less so when we stopped there briefly last year. This time, again the welcoming warmth of locals shone through, confirming for us that the scowling grumpiness experienced in 2020 had coincided with reduced travel restrictions in the relatively early Covid era, where little remote towns like this badly needed tourist dollars from potential, & thus frightening plague carriers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Leaving Chillagoe on the Burke Developmental Road, a dirt road which we have travelled on several times previously, we found it in the best condition we have experienced. Lots of dust of course but virtually no corrugations, a pleasant surprise. Around 100kms before we turned northward onto far narrower station tracks, but not before we had enjoyed several sightings of groups of Brolgas, & some horseback cattle mustering on a station close to the road. Jem called through on the UHF radio \u201creal cowboys\u201d. \u201cSure are\u201d I replied. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The station tracks are much more \u2018my thing\u2019. I love the two wheel tracks which take us through the bush, & are more often than not far nicer than big wide dusty roads or sealed roads. We all harboured a concern however. MrsTea & I had travelled these particular station tracks in 2020, & knew they were leading us to a concrete causeway crossing of the Mitchell River. The concrete had been dry when we last drove over it, but we had been unable to ascertain what current river levels were like after what had been quite late wet season rains on parts of the Cape. If it were uncrossable we would have to retrace our tracks back past Mutchilba & take the \u2018road more taken\u2019 up the Cape. An added several hundred kilometres we didn\u2019t want . Sighs of relief when we found the causeway dry & clear. Water levels were certainly higher that when we had last passed that way, but dry is dry! We pulled up for a very pleasant lunch stop on what was now the far bank, but which just weeks earlier had obviously still been mid river. All was good. Now we were \u2018out there\u2019 & enjoying the warm isolation, the views & the sound of the rushing water & birdsong. Sometimes we (everyone) miss these \u2019now\u2019 moments, but sitting by the Mitchell we didn\u2019t. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Continuing north from the river the narrow track became more undulating, constant \u2018up\u2019s\u2019 followed by constant ‘downs’, many of which carried small creeks, some dry, some still running, adding interest to our surroundings. Our Hema (brand) maps told us we would turn east along a \u2018lesser\u2019 track to Maytown, shortly before reaching Palmerville Station & before crossing the Palmer River. But the map was wrong, resulting in us driving back & forth over a 5 km stretch of road, including crossing the Palmer River, a number of times. Not a difficult or deep crossing, but complacency managed to get the better of me when I found water up at bonnet level briefly having taken a different line & discovered<\/em> a deeper hole. We eventually found the track which was marked on the Hema map, with a tree covered sign saying \u2018Telstra Road, No Public Access\u2019. Using a different mapping system we discovered another track north of Palmer River, which appeared to go to Maytown. When we got to it, sure enough it was signposted to \u2018Maytown\u2019. However this road was not on the Hema maps at all! Exploroz EOTopo maps score 1 …. Hema Maps score nil. Disappointingly this is not the first of this type of occurrence with Hema – Australia\u2019s market leader in maps. A few kms further along this track we again crossed the Palmer River, a shallow crossing & set up camp on the far bank. Josh & Jem\u2019s first \u2018free camping\u2019 in the Aussie bush. A moment not lost on them & a reminder to us of how lucky we are to live in a huge country where such things are possible. <\/p>\n\n\n\n By now were beginning to establish a bit of a routine, & without naming it 9am seemed to be morning departure time, allowing for a leisurely breakfast & packing before heading off to find what the new day would bring. This day saw more good quality tracks, albeit becoming ever more winding, with longer & steeper hills. On occasions the steepness saw us using the low range gearbox to pull our Tvan up the hills, but far less weight, lower gearing & the 1Hz motor (non turbo 6 cylinder with heaps of low rev torque) of the Land Cruiser saw Josh & Jem still managing easily in high range. The qualities of this motor were yet to show just how good it is for off road work. It would really shine over the next few days. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We crossed several more creeks & a wider river just before Maytown which we think may have still been the Palmer river. A rocky crossing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Maytown itself is an historic town, or rather an historic ex town site. It was once the main town of the Palmer goldfields & the largest town on Cape York, boasting a maximum population of 24,000 to 30,000 (depending upon information source) with numerous gold mines & alluvial sites during the gold rush which took off in the early 1870\u2019s & much of the town having been built within the first half dozen years, which in addition to the thousands of basic dwellings (tents & tins sheds) included 12 hotels, two with extensive billiard rooms, butchers, bakers, post office etc etc, along with the the handcraft industry to support the mining. The town was finally abandoned in 1942 & today very little remains other than the footings of a few buildings & the huge metal mine remnants at a variety of mine sites & batteries where hand dug rock was pounded by enormous steel driven \u2018pile drivers\u2019 & the resulting crushed rock then mixed with water from nearby creeks to form a slurry allowing for the extraction of the all important gold. It would have been a noisy, filthy & very tough existence in the hot northern Australian winters & almost as hot wet seasons . And this is mountain country, rocky & steep. Easy to envisage weary, dirty men slowly trudging back to their rudimentary dwellings after many hours of labouring each day, to cook, eat & sleep before doing it all again the next day. They must have been tough back then! And alongside all of this a \u2018frontier war\u2019 was taking place. It was an ugly & violent time where the local Western Kuku Yalangi people were shot on sight & miner\u2019s bodies occasionally found with multiple spears embedded in them. Not too hard to imagine that the lawless nature of the community, saw a significant self preservation spirit above & beyond any sense of community spirit. It was probably wise to keep any gold finds secret as far as possible. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The country where Maytown stands\/stood, is at the northernmost reach of the Great Dividing Range which runs down the entire eastern side of Australia. It felt significant to us to be there somehow, having lived for a couple of decades several thousand kilometres south of Maytown in the Range\u2019s southern extremity, in Gippsland Victoria. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Our route leaving Maytown is known as The Old Coach Road, & reputed to be a tough track to drive, compared by some to the most difficult 4wd tracks down south in Victoria\u2019s \u2018High Country. This track through the northern high country has many online descriptions which gave us an indication of what to expect, words like the \u2018gnarliest\/toughest\/roughest\/most difficult\u2019 track on the Cape, which on Youtube were inevitably accompanied by overly dramatic music & showed footage of what such video\u2019s usually show – the \u2018juicy bits\u2019 to demonstrate the machismo prowess of those who had \u2018conquered\u2019 it. We had previously watched similar videos of people driving the Munja Track in the Kimberley, WA & had found driving that track a most enjoyable, & importantly far less difficult than online \u2018bravado merchants\u2019 had suggested. So after driving around the Maytown area itself, down numerous small tracks, which at times were challenging enough to be enjoyable without significant risk, we felt psychologically prepared & confident to give the Old Coach Road a crack after a pleasant night camped on the riverside at the bottom of a steep, rocky & washed out narrow track. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In the morning we packed, & made it back up the track without difficulty & set off along the Old Coach Road with a keen sense of anticipation. Within a fairly short space of time we realised that back in Maytown our belief (& hopes) that the tracks there had given us a good taste of what was to come were misplaced! <\/p>\n\n\n\n The Old Coach Road made our previous experience of driving the Munja track (& all the others we have driven to date) look like kindergarten 4wd\u2019ing. This was very<\/em> steep & rocky country. We had read about \u2018rock steps\u2019, but now with hindsight laugh at the naievity which had formed mental pictures in our minds of driving up something like \u2018even\u2019 staircases. The climbs & rock faces were far from even , this was \u2018rock & roll central\u2019 all whilst attempting to climb what on occasions appeared unclimbable. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t we turn around & go back\u201d you might ask. Well by the time we reached somewhere with sufficient space to turn around, the thought of driving back over what we had already climbed & descended held sufficient fear factor, which when combined with a tad of optimism that what lay ahead couldn\u2019t be any worse, pressing on seemed like the best thing to do. There were in fact very few places on these mountain-side goat tracks to turn around. The terrain, all in 1st gear low range, was unrelenting. This made the driving exceptionally tiring as concentration could not be relaxed for a moment. Our friends Josh & Jem, neither experienced 4wd\u2019ers coped remarkably well in their 80 series, bog stock, Toyota Land Cruiser, purchased just a few weeks earlier & the only modification made for the trip was to fit some front recovery points in case we needed to winch them up sections they couldn\u2019t manage. Our car, with it\u2019s two inch lift & front differential \u2018E-locker\u2019 & a front winch seemed on paper to be far better set up for this sort of use. The huge difference was that we absolutely needed our set up to pull our Tvan up those rocks & would never have made it without. Josh & Jem\u2019s Cruiser with it\u2019s beautifully torquey non-turboed 6 cylinder 1HZ diesel motor & significantly lower gearing than than our turboed (but similar engined) Patrol was the perfect vehicle let down only by ground clearance. They ground their way up & down the rocks at a slower pace than was required to pull the Tvan along behind us. A few times they found the vehicle\u2019s limits but slow & steady & an occasional different second line got them through with only minor damage (a bent side step). We were driving ahead of them, so knowing we had \u2018got through\u2019 gave them a degree of confidence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Towing a trailer changes everything, not only does it require a bit more momentum at times, even with the diff lock, but the weight of the Tvan on the tow hitch changes the vehicle\u2019s handling quite significantly in these conditions, with the front of the vehicle tending to bounce more & on a few occasions to suddenly be pulled completely off line. Heart in the mouth stuff! However to give credit where credit is due the Patrol (which loaded for touring & together with the Tvan would have weighed several tonnes more than the Cruiser) managed the job remarkably well & more than once dragged us up (or down) over obstacles the \u2018wrong\u2019 way when we had been pulled \u2018off line\u2019 or driver error had seen a poor selection of \u2018line\u2019. There were times when video or photographs would have been very dramatic, but when the car is at such an angle on one side, & the Tvan behind is at a similar angle on the other side & forward motion reverses this in an instant, with driver & photographer holding on to prevent being thrown from one side of the cab to the other, the niceties of recording the action were not only impossible, but a long way down on the priority list (where survival at that moment was the only priority!). <\/p>\n\n\n\n Generally video or photographs were \u2018grabbed\u2019 where possible, but opportunities were few & far between. The climbs were mainly too long, steep & arduous, for anyone to walk ahead to record progress, & stopping the vehicle \u2018part way up\u2019 felt unsafe in most instances. Not hills to stop on mostly. The video in this post will hopefully give you an idea even though it misses the ‘dramatic’ bits. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We left Maytown around 9:30am & pulled off the track into a pleasant (& rare) flat area to camp in the early afternoon. We were exhausted & had covered only around 12kms! Our hands were shakey with the adrenaline, but our sense of accomplishment ran a close second. We still had no idea of what was yet to come. It was here, prior to getting a camp fire going, that the damage to the side step of the Cruiser was examined, & temporary repairs made to hold it in place with tie wire. On the Patrol leaking water was discovered, a result of a hose to an external drinking water tap having been pulled. The cause – a significantly bent mudguard support & mudguard. There had been one occasion where the car had been over on a severe angle (with the ground just inches from the driver side window) & had then dropped back down with an almighty crash. It hadn\u2019t sounded good at the time, but stopping to inspect wasn\u2019t an option. As it turned out it had also put a pretty good dent in the end of the exhaust pipe, & buckled a section where a jerry can is carried behind the Tvan wheel & severely bent the alloy hinge mechanism of the Tvan\u2019s rear door. This damage to the Tvan was not discovered until the end of the day\u2019s travel 24 hours later though. We fixed the water leak & relaxed. Looking back, we probably should have made closer inspections for damage when we crested that hill & had a short section of flat track to stop on. We had found one of the over-centre catches which hold the metal fold down tent floor in place when travelling, had opened (despite there being a clevis pin in place to prevent it opening) leaving the floor precariously flailing around unsecured. Clearly (although not at the time of discovery) a result of a severe impact when the Tvan wheel dropped off a rock ledge. We think the same one which caused the damage to the car. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Sitting around our camp fire, a realisation had dawned upon us. We had set out on the track believing that if Josh & Jem were to become stuck that we could winch them out of trouble. Now we realised, again, our naievity. The tracks in the main were too steep & narrow for two cars to pass each other, let alone to turn around on. The idea of us being able to continue on for what could be kilometres to find somewhere to unhitch the Tvan, turn around & drive back down to Josh & Jem to use our front mounted winch to pull them up, & then to reverse all the way back up a mountainside that was difficult to drive when I could see where we were going \u2026\u2026 was simply an impossibility. <\/p>\n\n\n\n For readers unfamiliar with Australian distances & geography, we were also a \u2018bloody long way from anywhere\u2019 with no possibility of calling in a recovery service. We had seen one other group of 4 cars on the track that day, but had no idea where they were or whether they would have taken a different route. Whatever the circumstances might turn out to be, the only resources we could rely on would be ourselves (& our satellite phone & epirb rescue beacon in a life & death situation). This situation at the end of our first day on the track was brought home to us very clearly, but we had put ourselves there, we hoped we were through the worst of it, but we had no option but to continue on the next day with as much optimism as we could muster. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The second day for the first half of it was much the same as the first, rocky, steep & unrelenting, & then it got easier, just a little bit easier. We generally agreed that doing the track in the opposite direction (North to South) would have been harder, but only because unlike our experience the hardest part would have been at the end when we most exhausted. 50 odd kms over two days plus a few more to where we camped for a couple of nights where the now very ordinary & beautifully level dirt road crossed the Little Laura River. Here we lazed in the warmth & dunked ourselves in the water. (whilst keeping an eye out for traffic in case they failed to see us in the water). I think all four of us agreed that we had had a fantastic experience, but that once was enough! The track is more than enough to satisfy the real hardcore 4wd fraternity, but I\u2019m sure those with significantly greater \u2018rock-crawling\u2019 experience would derive more pleasure from it than we did. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. \u2026\u2026 I believe it will be obvious to all reading this that we took on a challenge which we had not fully appreciated until it was too late\u2026\u2026. but we got ourselves through mostly in one piece & are still here to tell the tale. The scary bits were indeed scary, but the experience has been added to our repertoire & increased our confidence in both our driving ability & the ability of our vehicles. I expect at some future date I may be tempted to play it all down in a boastful sort of way, as I think many do, but here \u2018on record\u2019 is the real story. Ha ha. How horse drawn coaches could ever have been driven across that route is totally beyond me! Sure they may not have had the sort of severe ruts & washouts we had to contend with, but the rocks would have been the same. <\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/cuppa500.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_5839.jpeg?resize=685%2C514\")
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