Northern Territory - but you must pass Hells Gate

We left Lawn Hill on one of the most pleasant and scenic drives yet. The valley road was boarded by rocky cliffs, flowering grevilleas and some interesting creeks that swamped the roads lengthways.

Ironically of this pleasantry was met by a place called Hell’s Gate – not much here but they do lay claim to an international airstrip complete with grazing cattle.

Fact – the name Hells Gate - so named as there was no law enforcement west of here and travellers were left to face the locals alone.  And 50 km up the road, a present day reflection of lawlessness on the vandalised boarder sign.

Ahh the NT ruthless in all aspects ;-) Limited authority and yippy, 110km/h dirt roads with unsigned  90 degree corners and road trains - if only the Prado could get over 80 ;-(        (130km/h on sealed roads)

Our first NT riverside camp.