Kimberley is the name of the red, dusty outback region roughly between Broome and Darwin. It's filled with rock formations, gorges, waterholes, dirt roads, mining towns, roadkill, and bugs.



We stopped for food in Tom Price, a hot, dusty mining town.



Chris and the Oka.



The bumpy, dirt-covered Gibb River Road, famous for being shitty to drive on. Straying stock would frequently block our way. Chris narrowly missed these cows.



The end of the Gibb River Road.



Chris, our crazy guide.



Roo roadkill. Excellent!



A bushfire rages next to the road. Park rangers intentionally set these small fires to prevent the build-up of leaf litter and dead grass on the ground and reduce the chances of a catastrophic, uncontrollable fire. Aborigines began this practise thousands of years ago, and the native plants have adapted to them.



The fires burn away most of the dead foliage while leaving the living trees and bushes behind. The sky was filled with smoke for most of the time we were in the Kimberley.



Crossing a very cold stream on our way to Manning Gorge.



El Questro, a lush resort in the middle of the desert.
(photo from a postcard)



The thermal springs at El Questro. We weren't supposed to put our heads underwater because tiny microbes in the water could crawl inside your eyes or ears and start eating your brain. But I was so filthy and gross that I just had to.



The sun sets on Lake Kununurra.



My last sunset in the Kimberley.



The Northern Territory border. From left: Ruth, Ellie, Chris, and me. Notice the color of my shirt. I had been wearing it for 18 straight days.



Edith Falls, on the other side of Katherine Gorge. Our last stop before rolling into Darwin.


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