My financial advisor took a break from managing my extensive portfolio that allows me to live a life of unbridled luxury, and resumed reading a book by her favourite author.
Grandad!!!
If you refuse to follow my advice then go to the naughty corner.
Lake Argyle dam wall in the Ord River scheme in the Kununurra region in the Kimberleys.
Lake Argyle is the size of 23 Sydney Harbours.
(which means very little to me.)
This pumping station sends the water from the lake into the Ord River which provides the power supply for the town of Kununurra and the Argyle Diamond Mine which is owned and operated by Rio Tinto.
Seaplane arriving on the lake, while a catamaran slices through the water in the background.
One of the many majestic cliff faces that encompass the Lake Argyle area.
Lake Argyle caravan park boasts one of the most impressive swimming pools we have seen. This infinity pool is part of a 1 million dollar investment into the park that sits high and proud overlooking the impressive waterways of Lake Argyle.
One of the hundreds of crocodiles that inhabit the waterways of the lake. I assured Michele it was perfectly safe to swim in the lake. How could a crocodile possibly climb up into the waterways of a lake?
Sucking up to Michele after her swim and her frantic scrambling up into the boat. God bless her.
We ventured along a 100km "shortcut" to Wyndham from Kununurra. Please take my advice and take no notice of the stupid woman in the tourist information centre who told me of this bloody shortcut. Michele soon mastered the art of opening one of the many stock gates along the way.
No! Not there yet!
The main tourist attraction in Wyndham. Probably won't rush back to Wyndham.
This is one of several "Prison" trees in the King River region of Wyndham. The Police troopers would secure their prisoners within the tree overnight before heading off in the morning.
Michele wanted some "time out" after reading the first three chapters of 50 Shades of Grey.
I was in the car panting and chaffing at the bit.
We came across a cattle muster on our way to Halls Creek. This property was called Spring Vale. The cattle had not had contact with human beings for up to three years and we were warned to stay behind our vehicles for fear of spooking them.
In total over 2000 cattle were herded into this stock yard with the help of helicopters, stockmen and 4WD.
This was truly a fantastic experience.
These chopper pilots were absolute aerial cowboys. They would almost stand the chopper on its nose before reversing it into the face of the stock movement and fanning up a wall of dust that directed the herd into the required direction.
This was the head stockman managing this entire movement. A pretty cool Aboriginal if I say so myself.
We bonded.
I told him how hard it is to reverse a caravan into a tight spot in a five star caravan park on the beach.
He told me to piss off.
I called him 'bro'.
He told me to piss off.
I thought better of asking him about the 'dream time.'
The dust of the approaching cattle muster. It was an absolute joy to watch something that is so unique.
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