You might remember last year Nate and I spent a month in a little cabin out in Gumbaynggirr Country while I was writing the first draft of my book. We were on a property called Wave Hill Station which also happened to be one of only two access points to the Clarence Gorge. It was an hour trip on a treacherous 4wd only track to get there. We made the journey three times during our stay, I would have loved to camp up there but it rained for most of the time and the road was impassible in the wet.
You could hear the roar of the Gorge long before you could see it. We parked the car at the top and began climbing our way down the side of the hill, following the sound of the Gorge roaring in the distance. The landscape was wild and beautiful, twisted bottlebrush growing on rocks in the middle of the river, mossy gardens between the cracks and paperbark trees clinging to the banks. This was a place of harsh extremes, everything that grew here had to be resilient to the flow of the water.
To be able to sit at a place like this all alone except for the cacophony of nature was so magical, and such a valuable recharge after days and days or writing. On our next trip we are going to take our swags and camp above the Gorge, falling asleep under the stars.
