Wet, Wet, Wet.

I don’t believe I have seen so much water where it shouldn’t be since the 1962 Napier floods, when we were evacuated from our house by boat.  My last trip to Kununurra was through pelting rain for most of the way. The river crossings were flowing but still negotiable, and all the rivers were running high. The Bow River bridge was barely above water and about to be closed even as we crossed over it. I had to stay overnight in Kununurra and even though the road was still closed next morning I started the return trip on the advice of a MainRoads staff member who told that if I got to the bridge soon enough, they might allow me over. So it proved.  As I crossed the Bow was lapping onto the road and shortly after no one else was permitted to cross.   All the creek crossings were now deeper, the deepest being a good half meter of flowing water.  Fun, fun fun.

With the Tanami closed I had to stay in Halls Creek for a few more days.  Such is the way it goes here at this time of year.  IMG_3603.PNG

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

One thought on “Wet, Wet, Wet.”

  1. I’ll have you know Sir that the Water has every right to be where it is and you are an interloper invading the Waters’ traditional territory.
    Shame on you.


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