ABOVE: Crossing between Eliot Falls and Fruit Bat Falls.
Among my favourite sights in Australia are the spectacular green-fringed gorges and crystal creeks that triumphantly slash the red landscape. If it’s hot and you can swim in the fresh water so much the better.
Along the Old Telegraph Track you come across the occasional mud hole but most creeks are so clear you could see through to oil rigs somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean - if they were deep enough.
Stars of the OTT are Eliot Falls, Twin Falls and Fruit Bat Falls.
Eliot Falls and Twin Falls tumble and twinkle close together about nine kilometres up the Old Telegraph Track from where it meets the junction with the northern bypass. It’s fairly easily accessible for 2WD vehicles from the south provided the creek crossings are not too deep after a big wet.
Eliot and Twin Falls were better than Fruit Bat, we were told. If you had time to only visit one or the other, give Fruit Bat the flick. That might have been so for whoever we were talking to but it was another lesson in finding out things for yourself.
Eliot and Twin Falls were indeed spectacular. Someone said you are not supposed to swim at Twin Falls because you spoil the camera views but some rather large white whales were blobbing about under the nearest cascade. To take scenic photographs one needed to duck in quickly between the departing and arriving pods of Mingaloo. Around the boardwalk we admired Eliot Falls.
About 2km from the bypass junction we followed a boardwalk to be invigorated by the sight of Fruit Bat Falls. We had not intended to swim and had not brought our togs but we stripped off to the limits of decency and plunged into the natural pool at the base of the cascading crescent.
Cousin Heather declared she was in heaven. Even Tony, the most ferocious frog you could find when it comes to dipping a toe in a swimming hole or the sea, ended up diving into Fruit Bat.
We sauntered off refreshed and looking for a place to camp. One thing led to another and late that afternoon we inadvertently found ourself at legendary Gunshot. And that, gentle readers, is another post.
Among my favourite sights in Australia are the spectacular green-fringed gorges and crystal creeks that triumphantly slash the red landscape. If it’s hot and you can swim in the fresh water so much the better.
Along the Old Telegraph Track you come across the occasional mud hole but most creeks are so clear you could see through to oil rigs somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean - if they were deep enough.
Stars of the OTT are Eliot Falls, Twin Falls and Fruit Bat Falls.
Eliot Falls and Twin Falls tumble and twinkle close together about nine kilometres up the Old Telegraph Track from where it meets the junction with the northern bypass. It’s fairly easily accessible for 2WD vehicles from the south provided the creek crossings are not too deep after a big wet.
Eliot and Twin Falls were better than Fruit Bat, we were told. If you had time to only visit one or the other, give Fruit Bat the flick. That might have been so for whoever we were talking to but it was another lesson in finding out things for yourself.
Eliot and Twin Falls were indeed spectacular. Someone said you are not supposed to swim at Twin Falls because you spoil the camera views but some rather large white whales were blobbing about under the nearest cascade. To take scenic photographs one needed to duck in quickly between the departing and arriving pods of Mingaloo. Around the boardwalk we admired Eliot Falls.
About 2km from the bypass junction we followed a boardwalk to be invigorated by the sight of Fruit Bat Falls. We had not intended to swim and had not brought our togs but we stripped off to the limits of decency and plunged into the natural pool at the base of the cascading crescent.
Cousin Heather declared she was in heaven. Even Tony, the most ferocious frog you could find when it comes to dipping a toe in a swimming hole or the sea, ended up diving into Fruit Bat.
We sauntered off refreshed and looking for a place to camp. One thing led to another and late that afternoon we inadvertently found ourself at legendary Gunshot. And that, gentle readers, is another post.
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