Visiting children and grandchildren have kept us parked at home for a little while so being able to get to Princess Hills was great – we love this place and usually book the first campsite on the road in when we can get out there with the 4wd club. https://parks.des.qld.gov.au/parks/girringun-princess-hills/camping
I was handed the job of trip reporter – so this is was our 2021 Easter Trip!
Simon had spoken to the Rangers a couple of days prior who advised that one particular river crossing was over 1.2 metre deep and given that most of us were towing vans we all decided we wanted to make it to camp on Friday night without drama which meant taking the long way round.
The Greenvale Rd was eerily quiet with hardly any oncoming traffic, this being so you would think it would be easy to see the wildlife and avoid hitting anything, but Simon managed to collect a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo as well as a few snakes. Everyone was happy to keep travelling on through to the Lynd before re fueling and toilet break. Danni and Errol managed to get a text message through to Marie advising of a fatal accident closing the road between Innot Hot Springs and Mt Garnet, with them stuck in the traffic hurriedly looking at their maps for an alternative route.
Once we got on the road again there were a few people worried about their fuel consumption, with Simon asking what appeared to be a simple question about measuring kilometres point to point. This nearly started divorce proceedings between a certain couple who shall remain nameless. That all sorted the conversation then turned to Simon’s vehicle which seemed to be losing power, so busy were Simon and Ray discussing this that they didn’t notice the giveaway sign at the junction of the Savannah Way turn off.
The turn off to Princess Hills finally appeared, two big signs one saying Princes Hills 116 km and one saying Road not suitable for caravans – which proved interesting considering 3 out of 5 of us were towing caravans! Once we hit the dirt it was time to air down the tyres, and then the fun began with the convoy passing more cars on the dirt road into camp than we had coming in for 3 hours on the bitumen. The scenery became a lot more interesting as we headed towards Girringun national Park. A 3-night club trip would not be complete without the designated stop for firewood, Lindsay would have had a heart attack as we broke rule number 1 several times, I must say our illustrious leader did find us some decent firewood in the end. Loaded up with firewood and back on the track again, everyone was starting to wonder whether we were ever going to get there, then the track into campsite finally appeared. A few bumps and mud puddles later and Errol’s voice came over the radio letting us know that yes, we were nearly there. Errol opened the gate and watching Simon squeeze through it was interesting with about 2mm to spare on the driver’s side.
The campgrounds had been nicely mowed for us and everyone was eager to get out of their cars and get set up. Errol and Danni got the fire started while the rest of us made camp, before you knew it, it was time for happy hour with everyone creeping a bit closer to the fire as the sun went down and the long drive seeing everyone head to bed quite early.
Saturday was a day to relax, swim, kick back and enjoy the area. The quicksand proved a problem for some of us, Marie learned quickly that when you laugh at someone who is sinking, they laugh even harder when it happens to you. I learned quickly that when you wear shoes in quicksand it turns into a major recovery effort trying to retrieve the buried shoes.
Scott got the drone out and nearly started world war 3 with the neighbours camped across the river on Goshen Station who seemed to think that they owned all the airspace and the river frontage within a 5 km radius, he is just lucky we were pretty chilled and sent him some de stress and calm down vibes I think, although he did pop his head up again when Danni went for an early morning fish, letting her know hey MATE there is plenty of other river to fish. If only he knew how much he gave us to joke about that night around the campfire.
The easter bunny started to pop his head up around camp, leaving notes, flowers, and chocolates on camping tables on Saturday evening. Saturday night the fire got bigger and so did the campfire stories.
Sunday morning most of us headed out for a walk past the other campsite and on to the rapid’s lookout. The weather was perfect, and we all enjoyed the morning exercise and the views from the top of the rapids.
Sunday afternoon turned into a male bonding session and Simon’s new van is now officially “the Men’s Shed” with lots of deep and meaningful conversations had by the lads.
Sunday happy hour saw some awesome campfire food with Wayne, Marie and myself all having a crack at something different – with everyone agreeing Marie’s chocolate dessert was the best.
The Herbert River was flowing well and making sure you did not get carried away by the current while having a swim proved the biggest challenge of the weekend.
The Rangers visited us twice to have a chat and give road condition reports, this helped with decision making as to what way to return home with everyone was keen to avoid going back the way we came.
The decision was made to head home via Mt Fox, but not before Simon left his trademark on the tree while strategically exiting the gate at the campsite – no one else managed it, but he just had to leave his mark and hopefully the tree survives.
Wow what a difference the trip home was, with everyone loving the scenery and a few water crossings to see how the vehicles towing vans performed. This was so much better than the way we came in and a really nice drive.
We stopped at Mt Fox campgrounds for a break and to put air in the tyres, then it was back on the road into Ingham and home.
Thanks to Simon for leading the trip and making the decisions you did about the journey there and back – great Easter weekend had by all.