Cobbold Gorge

After our huge brekkie we headed off to Cobbold Gorge.

Didn’t know a thing about it until we met someone a few weeks back. Private property, a cattle station, where nature’s amazing beauty is being shared with the rest of us. A good second income for a family that has had to struggle with countless years of drought. It is a major attraction now and very well developed to accommodate all.

We lucked out on our guided tour with a guide called Zee. Full of fun and she had it all figured out, get there last of the 3 little busses (each hold up to 14 people), be the first boat onto the gorge while the others walk.

We had the gorge to ourselves and the electric motor made for a silent glide through the colourful walls… and we were greeted with a large freshwater crocodile. The walk was only about 2k but filled with history and informative flora and geological info, and a crossing of the gorge over a glass bridge.

I love that a ringer on the property today is related to a fascinating piece of that history. An old bullock driver who discovered a traveller dead, carrying the equivalent of $700000.00, he reported it to the police and helped them bury the man. There are a lot of lonely graves in Australia.

I love that Daintree, a Q government geologist looking for gold around here, took a photo in 1869 on the ledge where we stood, and on which there were also aboriginal motifs carved into the sandstone.