Today I realized that there are two types of remote. One type is found on the Cape Peninsula. Cooktown is the last settlement with at least some facilities; further north there is nothing of any significance. However, there are many people traveling around, all holyday makes, very few people who live here. That large number of traveling people gives me the feeling that the place is not very remote, even on the most back yard tracks you meet several people a day.
The other type of remote is more serious: settlements might be a bit closer together than on the Cape, but there are hardly any travelers, wheter pleasure or professional. It can be one or more days of not meeting anyone. In case of a breakdown of your vehicle, this is the more challenging one.
My travels of today: from Frenchmans Track I joined the main road track again to the north. At Bramwell Junction I took the Old Telegraph Track, where the telegraph line to the north used to be. That telegraph line is out of use for quite some time and only few telegraph poles remain. Today, however, the same route is used by a glass fiber cable to the north.
The track is interesting with many creek crossing, some of them with steep banks and great holes in the creek itself. All the crossings require checking out on foot to decide where to enter the water, where to leave and where to go in between. None of the crossings were deep sofar.
I made camp at the Cockatoo Creek Crossing at a site on the riverbank where the creek is deep and slow enough for a nice swim. Tonight I am the traveler here.
The weather is a bit strange. There are clouds which vaguely resemble cumulus, at times there is a bit build up, but never enough to cause rain. During the night the sky is mostly clear.
