
Emmagen Creek is a beautiful crossing with croc warning, however a 20-minute, forest ramble upstream leads to a deep waterhole embraced by tree roots where the crocs don't go... or so they say.
For the next 3 hours, we engage low 4wd and our brave Hughie, all 5.7 tons of him, eats up 31% gradient hills and grinds downhill with the satisfying help of the exhaust brake.
After 10 days without rain, lots of creek crossings are low. The track is dry and sealed on the important bits, very light traffic passes as we rumble through the dappled sunshine piercing the rampant foliage.

We rock and roll and hiphop over a creek full of large boulders washed down in the Wet and now left high and dry.

A break for lunch at the concrete bridge of Wukuju, gives us food for thought when a ute with a pigdog in a cage on the back suddenly comes barrelling down round the corner at breakneck speed - no way he could have missed us if we'd been on the road.
The forest thins as we wind down past spectacular views of the Bloomfield River and follow asphalt over the river to Wujal Wujal, an Indigenous community, before weaving another 10kms to Ayton and the forest haven of Bloomfield Cabins and Camping for a nap and a well deserved wine.


Looking around the area, we visited Weary Beach, then backtracked to Wujal Wujal, so nice we say it twice, where the Bloomfield Falls were pumping hard. Below the falls, a croc was sunning itself. Definitely no swimming there.
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Broomfield Track, Emmagen Creek, 4x4, 4WD, Sunrise, Pizza, Wujal Wujal, Waterfalls, Camping, Croc, Diplodocus,























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