This roadside stop has a memorial to the Thiess Brothers and their families who's feat of road building called The Heifer Creek Cutting, which you will have passed through 7k's before you get to Heifer Creek.
If you are looking for a very shady site, then these two Jackies are excellent, but not all of the site has such wonderful shade. Two cement picnic tables and bins are provided for day visitors as well as the drop toilet.
Heifer Creek is flowing and wonderfully cool, especially on these hot days we've been having of late. There are a few places where you could sit comfortably and get wet, and a large swimming hole (see below) with some very deep spots ... just be careful of the rocks in the center of it as they are quite large, but are a good spot to catch your breath.
Did I mention that the only sounds we can hear are birds chirping and the occassional passing car. Maybe every third one pulls in to use the loo and leaves. Occassionally they stop for a good rest and investigate the creek, but leave within the hour.
After lunch, we headed up another inlet to the creek which wasn't flowing, just to see what was to see. Large boulders and small pockets of water with tadpoles was about all really. But those puddles are getting fresh water going into them from further upstream, and in one the tadpoles were absolutely huge! I've never seen any larger.
As the sun goes down, we can hear the resident frogs start up. Rather loud ones too. Might just be the peace and quiet of the setting though. The cars lesson on the road and now it's just the occassional one or truck. After dinner, Glenn does the usual night life inspection of the creek and upon return to camp, we notice a set of glowing reflectors that just shouldn't be under the car. It seems that there is a black pussy cat prowling around our camp in search of the T-Bone bones we've left after dinner. I decide that to spare it some "where are those bones" fun (and us an annoying mid-night visit) to put hem up on the closest picnic table. This gives us something to keep an eye on before we go to bed. And the bones disappear with rapid succession. I'd say the cat has been abandoned or swept away in the torrent of the recent flooding, but it wouldn't be approached by us, but was by no means scared like a feral cat (yes I know what that's like having taken in 2 feral babies myself in recent years). If you know anyone that has lost a long haired, black cat from further upstream ... I might know where it is.
We sleep rather peacefully through the night ... something you just can't do in suburbia on a weekend.
Next morning see's both other camping parties packed and gone by 9am, leaving us on our own for a few hours to enjoy the bird life and it's chatter, the creek and our leisurely mid-morning breakfast. We wander the creek again, check out the signage near the loo block again and it's about 11am before the first picnic-ers appear ... a family with 4 kids who will enjoy the creek until long after we've gone.