We are convinced that we found the longest driveway in Australia today!

After a sleep in (only me), we decided to take a drive to Lake Proserpine which isn’t far from here and where the fishermen go to catch the king of all fish the great tasting, Barramundi. There are really impressive photos on the wall in the office here of people holding massive silvery coloured fish. 

We took a look at the lake and then boat ramp and then continued along the road that we assumed joined the two together. We believed that it would circumnavigate the lake and we would end up where we began. We continued on, the road changed from bitumen to dirt track and a sign appeared that warned about the deterioration of the road in case of inclement weather. It advised against caravans continuing any further but said nothing else. We came across a cattle gate and convinced Caleb to be the official gate opener.

Still no signs stating “Private Property” or similar. We continued on further still, the track getting rockier and coming across river beds with a little water in them that we had to drive through. The gates continued and there were lots of cows on the track that we delighted in making scatter with the air horns. Caleb thought it was hilarious. At one stage he got out of the car to move the cows in a different way. He engaged the “Crocodile Dundee” stance, holding his arm out straight, pointer finger and pinky aimed straight for their eyes. Mick Dundee did this in the Crocodile Dundee movie to appear as if he was able to control the cattle he came across on outback roads. As Caleb was moving towards them (as we were in the car) they moved into the bushes quickly. Caleb returned to the car nodding his head and smiling with satisfaction. Ray and I muffled our giggles and congratulated him. 

After an hour I mentioned that perhaps we should go back as it was well and truly time for a coffee. Ray was adamant that the main road was just up ahead but I suddenly saw the roof of a house. We rounded the corner and came to the end of the track – it was a house! We just looked at each other. What a bloody long driveway! Ray started to do a three point turn when we heard barking. Not nice welcoming barking but vicious, angry, very loud barking. A blue heeler had cleared the fence and was charging towards us, teeth gnashing, saliva dripping and looking for a fight. We finished the three point turn quick smart and headed back the way we came. Luckily the dog didn’t follow us past the bend because there was another gate that needed opening to get us out of there. Ray and I watched the mirrors for the dog as Caleb climbed over the gate and unlocked it.
We discussed the intricacies of having a driveway “an hour long”. Our top three were: 
1. You wouldn’t get any door to door salesmen, religious advocates or people selling solar roof panels etc. 
2. People wouldn’t bother coming to visit because by the time they got there it would be time to go home. 
3. You’d be really annoyed going to the letterbox to collect the mail if the postman hadn’t actually been yet. 
We made it back to the lake unscathed, checking along the way to see if we had missed a sign indicating that it was private property, but nothing! Bizarre. 

We had a late lunch at the picnic ground, while Caleb entertained us with funky dances and body noises which he thought were beyond hilarious. 

We took a drive into Proserpine to check emails ( reception at Kanga Camp is limited to text messages) and to post the blog. After we had wandered through a few shops we returned to camp, happy that the rain had held off and the forecast was looking much better. Quite an adventurous day for a quick drive around Lake Proserpine!