Fruitbat falls.

Once again the roads were terrible and definitely getting worse, we had made the right decision coming up a bit earlier with all the traffic that is about. By the time we got off the barge it was not long before we saw the sign for Fruit bat Falls, Michelle had also found an overnight stop for us just about 10k up the road from the falls. So we had asked Scott if he wanted to go to the falls, he didn’t, so we parked up at the entrance to the road and Scott stayed in the car with the dogs. We jumped in the car with Michelle and Trevor as this is one of those places that does not allow dogs. The falls were not far down the track and after we had parked up we walked the short walk out to them, Wow! They looked just lovely and people were in swimming so we decided we were definitely getting in too. We had worn our swim suits here just in case. Emma and I were put off a little as Jock spotted a snake, it was swimming along the edge of the rocks. Trevor kept an eye on it as we got in, he said it was busy hunting the falls banks. I was also aware that there were most probably fresh water crocs in there too but the water was so clear surely I would see one if there were! I was being very brave!!

Who could resist that hey? The water was cool but not cold we easily walked into it, getting out would prove harder. Michelle, Emma and I got in first and swam over to the falls themselves. Jock followed and Trevor finally gave in and got wet too. What a beautiful place, thank goodness the fellah at the campsite told us about them. The men were first out of the water, us girls just wanted to stay there and we did for as long as we possibly could. I reckon this was one of the highlights of our trip.

Alas all too soon we had to leave with plan of maybe coming back in the morning. But first I had to get out of the water!!! You know I can’t kneel, well it was some job getting out. Michelle, Jock and Trevor got me out eventually, how? Well lets just say, “what happened at fruitbat falls, stays at fruitbat falls”. Would I do it again? Hell yea! Our camp for the night was just up the road in a gravel pit. We were soon set up and sat by the fire talking about our adventurous day. Emma and I had smors, a flame grilled marshmallow squished between two chocolate biscuits, yum. All of us were very tired and crawled in to bed early ready for another day on the road tomorrow.