So Mart and I are off to the Kimberlys in July. We try to plan our longer trips every one or two years and this is the only corner we haven't been to yet. Sometimes we fly/drive but this time we are doing the whole drive/drive and then drive some more thing.
We have given ourselves a month so the itinerary is very tight. You know, wind down the window to smell the sea air at Port Augusta, wave to the rock as we pass by, talk to the locals at a set of lights in the Alice.
There will be places where we will stop, we have to sleep don't we? Well maybe not, I didn't see any provision for sleep on the itinerary.
So the plan is. No tent, no caravan, just Mart, me, the BT50 ute and the open road. And the 6 tonne of supplies in the back. We are at the stage of  planning the layout for the ute. It has a nice and high canvas canopy so Mart is going to build a false floor for one section to house EVERYTHING and the bed will be on top. We have pretty much come to one conclusion so far. Clothes are a luxury we can't afford so we might just have to leave them behind.

Years ago we went with our two sons who were primary school age and Martin's niece and her then husband for a two day camping trip at Echuca on the Murray. We stayed 3 weeks. Everyone had one change of clothes each and all clothing was washed in the river. Did we stink? Why would you think that? Just because the publican's wife at the Torrumbarry pub sprayed Glen 20 around our table and then came back and sprayed Baygon, doesn't mean we stank. The niece and I had showers once or twice at the general store. Geeezzzz.....

It was one of our best holidays ever and still talked about. Possum piss hair, eyes swollen shut from mozzie bites, wetsuits so far up the crack of your bum you spitting neoprene, digging firepits so big it could have been filled with water so Thorpie could do laps. And that was just the niece. My boys wore nothing but bathers, I didn't know if they were suntanned or just plan dirty. They slept in a tent that we threw out at the end of the trip, ate at table and chairs we threw out at the end of the trip ........

Sorry about the quality, it is a scanned photo. Eldest son with Martin, our luxury tent in the background.

This would be our boat with Mart lifting eldest son in, niece's then husband, niece's nephew which makes him my great nephew and niece herself. You might notice the trees in the water, the Murray was in flood at the time and what we didn't know until we returned to this spot the following year was we had camped in a carpark

The people in the camp next to us had a couple of bikes that we seemed to score for most of the holiday. They just gave them to us to use and we handed them back at the end of the trip

This is niece and youngest son and Tuk, Did I mention we had two dogs with us also?
Once Niece's swollen eyes went down and she threw up the last of the wetsuit she had inhaled anally she bought the kids a paint set but painting on paper must have been too boring. This is suppose to be a picture of Tuk attacking youngest son. The grin on his face kinda gives it a whole false look :)

Now that looks a LITTLE more convinicing