Northwest Qld

King Fisher Camp (KFC) to Lawn Hill

 

Thursday 14th to Friday 15th August

We had heard lots of good things about King Fisher Camp so pulled in for a look before heading to Lawn Hill NP. The roads are all dirt to reach this place; dry and dusty like a desert but as soon as you drive into King Fisher the birds are chirping, wallabies hop over green grass, there are shady trees whispering all around and the tranquillity is tangible. We were planning on stopping for a fish, but stayed the night to soak up some of the stillness after days on the road.

 

The Williamson River flows beside the campground, and provided an opportunity to launch the ‘foot rest’, whoops, I mean tinny!! The boys went for a fish while I had a bit of quiet pottering at camp (bliss) and then joined them for a boat tour up the river. The fishing was good, Logan caught a large catfish (his largest fish ever) and a Sooty Grunter (affectionately known as a scooty Gunther!), Simon caught 2 Sooty Grunter’s and I even hooked a Gar fish within a couple of minutes of holding a rod! Jacob was the only one who didn’t have fish fingers, but he wasn’t disappointed as he’d seen a sign for KFC and thought it might mean chicken and chips for dinner (unfortunately for him it was an abbreviation for the camp!!)

 



 

 

Many hours on the road leads to some holiday vocabulary!!

Current Speedykniebe Terminology:

 

KFC – King Fisher Camp Jacob was surprised to see a fast food place so remotely!

Bumhug – humbugs get renamed to while away the hours!

Gonad – Grey Nomads as named by Jacob and Logan who didn’t know what a gonad was!