Our little incidents during the afternoon had us heading into Moll gorge late in the day. We had our first view along the road of the Leopold Ranges in the distance. Spectacular. We were quickly running out of light but were rewarded with the most brilliant sunset we have seen yet . The sun was a massive yellow ball, casting a bright fiery orange glow to the ranges. As the sun disappeared the sky turned from red to orange and then pink and purple, with the silhouette of the ranges across the horizon. Magnificent. But not so the track. We had little light and the track, being a private station track, had obviously been re routed since the last mapping survey. It also seemed like no one much had been down the track for a while. We crawled along, poor Allison and Greg just had to follow our taillights as the dust wasn't settling and just blinded them. It was now pitch black and the dust just sat in the car headlights looking like a weird type of fog, We eventually found the gates after many diversions down sidetracks, and watching out for roaming cattle. The track ( or lack thereof) got worse, so that after another 30 minutes we just pulled up and set up camp. We opened the bar and had a well deserved beer and wine for the girls. Fortunately Allison had cooked a casserole in her shuttle pot in the morning so dinner was ready. We ate and listened to the dingoes howling. Imagine our surprise in the morning when we awoke to find ourselves camped next to the most beautiful waterhole. There were Sarus cranes, Egrets, Hawks, Galahs, just to name a few. The drive out was awesome too, gorgeous ranges, large gums and splattering of majestic Boabs. Despite some further efforts in the morning we never did find Moll Gorge.
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