Port Smith

Well, I finally passed Port Hedland by after getting blown out of Coral Bay, and we zipped straight towards Broome, where I first arrived in Australia some six months ago. We have just left the Port Smith Caravan Park where we drank and fished and swam and played cricket and frisbee with Ellie’s dog Moo and attempted to crab. The park is serving as a king of kangaroo rehab, so the beastly things hop through camp, dragging their massive tails through the dirt. Its still amazing to me to come out of the toilets to a roo dragging past or having to remember to zip up the tent or else they might nap on your sleeping bag. They are the strangest animals. Their famous hind legs and tails are absolutely massive, but their forlegs are teenie tiny, and when they arent hopping, they lean forward on their tiny T-Rex arms, looking as thought ye might topple over, then they pull their large behind forward, tail dragging big old snake trails in the dirt. I saw a joey scramble into mom’s pouch a few nights ago, and unlike the cartoons, it wasn’t the most elegant manoever, back legs kicking dirt into mom’s face, and tail eventually sticking out obscenely while the joey tries to get comfy. This one must have been a bit too big for this kind of behavior, like a twelve year old with a pacifier, because the mom looked horirby offbalanced and uncomfortable, the pouch spiking out like a garbage bag full of cardboard. Next is Gibb River Road, up in the northern Kimberlys. Its full of cattle stations and jackaroos (Aussie ranches and cowboys) and we plan on bush camping and gorge exploring and river floating and moving as. Slow. As. Humanly. Possible. Just like in Port Smith, internet service and phone reception will be spotty at best, but I will continue to write when the inspiration strikes and post blogs when the availability appears. Kisses.