The Journey North



STAGE 1 – HOMELAND IS EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE


The scene of the breakdown – the two of us hard at work whilst taking a moment to pose for tourists. We were trying to determine why the Kenworth truck, had broken down 48km along Mt Hart’s access Road…




A family who stopped on their way out of Mt Hart to lend us a helping a hand…




Some tourist from the Goldfields, that have been following our story, who fortunately turned up by pure chance with the right sized special ring spanner we needed (which they donated to us). They also very generously spent an hour of their time removing the broken fuel pump for us…




Our Humpy (Mark II) Home sweet home…




The site of the breakdown - Location…location…location…






A glimpse of our special farewell to heaven on Earth…Words cannot describe how hard it was for us, and how much it still hurts, to say goodbye to this Mt Hart country we belong to that has been our home for so many years.

















Stage 2; Location X - Farewell Derby Town


After repairing the truck, our next stop – a gravel pit near Derby. Camping here for a couple of nights gave us the chance to say farewell to Derby town.




We have made some life long friends over the years in Derby Town who we will really, really miss.



Stage 3; The journey North - The first convoy loaded up




As we headed North our small convoy travelled over 1750km of bitumen highway that stretches through savannah, and winds through rolling hills of rangeland terrain…






With each mile northward it felt really painful to be leaving the Kimberley after so many years. However, as we crossed the border into the Northern territory it was a really good feeling to know we were finally free.








Along the journey we found some really great places to make camp for a night or two. It was good to camp out under a blanket of stars, and start to bury the past behind us by the light of the camp fire.




We don’t stay in the road side camping stops along the highway or caravan parks in the towns because they are way too over-crowded and noisy for us. One of the most special places we found to camp at along the way we called ‘Paradise Dam’…











Stage 4 – Welcome to ‘Alcatraz’ our new home


At times the journey northward reminded us of those old wild west movies – with the wagon teams loaded up to the hilt moving northward in search of a better life and lush green valleys in which to start all over again in the splendor of the wilderness.




After 3 weeks on the road, we eventually reached our final destination – our new home, which we have called ‘Alcatraz’


Why have we called it Alcatraz? Because it is 69 Hectares of wetland plains, with one rocky ridge where we can build a new house, and start to rebuild our lives. It is also a very popular destination for illegal shooters to come out and blast anything that moves – so our motto is “you might get in, but you won’t get out”





This is a photo of where Alcatraz is hidden and as you can see the country is so similar to Mt Hart it is uncanny





We consider ourselves very lucky and fortunate that our story has a happy ending…


As we traveled northward we crossed paths with Kimberley and NT farming families, cattle station workers and outback businesses who’s whole lives have literally been torn apart recently because of the cattle export ban – another example of totally misguided Government bureauocracy destroying innocent people’s lives. We have seen firsthand the effect this ban has had on so many Australian families lives --- it is completely sickening. As ‘Grapevine’ is going to continue beyond our Mt Hart era, we hope we can help others fight their battles.