The great honey heist, Bob throws a shoe and a job at the airport
We crossed into WA and adjusted the clocks again. The man at quarantine took away the Silverback’s honey. The Sparrow had already made sure we’d eaten all the fruit and veg that aren’t allowed in under the quarantine rules, but the Silverback had fought hard to keep the honey he puts on his fruit and yoghurt for breakfast. There was intense consternation in the van, until we saw a cute family of brumbies beside the road. The honey was forgotten as we pulled over to take photos. Mum and the foal kept on grazing, but dad stood bolt upright and glared at us until we left. Good on you dad, someone’s got to keep everyone safe!
We saw many boab trees, and several kapok trees with their yellow flowers. According to the Sparrow-phone the local indigenous folk have long used kapok as calendar trees. When the flowers are out it means the crocodiles are laying eggs and it’s time to go and collect a few!
Enzo note: Raiding crocodile nests for eggs is a task best left to cunning indigenous folk who have been doing it for thousands of years. Mother crocs do not appreciate getting their eggs stolen.
The Lake Argyle Caravan Park had come highly recommended by a couple from Tassie we had met back in Katherine. I’d been looking forward to a restful week after my recent jail term while the folk went to Kakadu. You sleep with one eye open when you’re inside.
Ten kilometres away from the park Bob put two wheels onto the dirt to make room for an oncoming truck and the front left tyre blew with a pop. He looked so sad in the edge of the road with his front left resting on the wheel rim. It was mid-afternoon, about 37 degrees and the folks spent the next hour changing the tyre in the red dirt.
Ray from the water truck stopped by to lend a hand, no finer truckie ever held a jack.
He said, ‘you’ll need my special boards, in that soft red sand, in half a mo’ he had us back on track’.
[Silverback note: Enzo apologises sincerely and unreservedly to Banjo Patterson]
The Silverback said afterwards that he should have been called Clancy – no idea what he meant; he clearly said his name was Ray! Anyhow, the folks gave Ray a six-pack for being a great bloke and we carried on to the park. First stop the pool to cool down, and what a pool it was with its infinity edge overlooking the lake.
The planned week of chilling out was briefly put on hold the next morning while we drove to Kununarra to get Bob a new pair of front boots and get the Silverback some WA approved honey. It was still 37 degrees, so straight back to the pool when we returned.
I took the folks on a couple of nice morning walks but mostly we lazed around. This was our first week of steady high thirties heat. The sleeping bags were put away and it’s now sheets only for the folks. Similarly, I’ve taken to sleeping on the rubber mat in the drivers footwell rather than my bed on the passenger side because it’s cooler. During the day I have a nice spot under the van, near the water tank.
The highlight of the campsite was the pool, dogs not allowed, of course! The folks swam at least once a day, while I guarded their hats and gear. They poured a bowl of water over me each time before we left, so at least I got wet. Strangely I quite enjoyed that, must have been the heat affecting my brain!
One morning was different. The folks got me a job looking after the ladies in the office of Aviair Airlines. While I was working they slipped away with a pilot for a flight over Kununarra, Lake Argyle, the Bungle Bungles and the Argyle Diamond Mine. Life’s good for some! Personally, I prefer work, it’s in my breeding. Aviair was a good job, say hello to everyone that came into the office, take a nap when you need it, regular bathroom breaks out in the garden. The office ladies were very nice. I think I made a good impression, they even put me on their Facebook page. Not holding my breath but there are ‘employee of the month’ rumours! Luckily the folks got back just as I was finishing work. Seems they had nearly as much fun as I did! It was another day of 37 degrees, so after running a couple of errands in Kununarra, it was straight back to the pool.
The caravan park had a pub and the folks ate there a couple of nights. I thought the food was great, but the folks weren’t excited by it. If I was to describe the caravan parks attitude to dogs, I would call it dog tolerant rather than dog friendly. But these are just first-world dog issues. On the positive side no one tried to eat me or throw me to the freshies in the lake for a bit of sport; I guess I’ve got a lot to be grateful for.