Time to pack up from 1770 and head inland. Before heading off, I took great delight in throwing the previous night's leftovers from a group of backpackers, pots, pans, plates included into the bin. They had left everything lying around in the communal camp kitchen, making a right old mess. This was the same group I told to shut up and go to bed the previous night as they were making a racket way after our bed time - bah humbug!
Today's destination was Cania Gorge, roughly 3 hours inland. Upon reaching the road between Gladstone and Monto, there was a sign saying 'Road Ahead is unsuitable for caravans and trailers due to steep sections'. This was a little off putting as we would be unable to get through without a long detour. We drove about 8km to a small town called Ubobo, where I called into the local shop and asked if the road was in fact so steep or if the signs were overkill. The shop owner said that the, signs were targeted at 'dickheads driving a Datsun 120Y towing a 40 foot caravan'. He then proceeded to tell me about the various feats people had accomplished in getting across the mountain, including his own expedition with an HQ Holden and a 3 tonne unbraked trailer - interesting. Based on that wealth of local knowledge we decided to tackle the mountain ourselves and while it was very steep, it was nothing like the 'Wall of Death' we experienced on Wild Dog Creek Road between Apollo Bay and Forrest, earlier in our travels.
We arrived at the Cania Gorge Campsite around lunchtime and set up camp. The campsite is in a fantastic spot, surrounded by sandstone cliffs. The place is well maintained and everyone very friendly, possibly another unexpected gem on our trip. On arrival, the owners were collecting the eggs from their chooks, so Em and Lachie ventured in and were lucky enough to get an egg each.
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