Formerly known as Katherine Gorge, the name of this remarkable escarpment country changed to Nitmiluk Gorge when it was handed back to its traditional owners, the Jawoyn people.
Nitmiluk, pronounced Nit-me-look, literally means Cicada Place.
The Nitmiluk National Park sits at the southern end of Kakadu National Park and the Aboriginal-owned Arnhem Land in the Northern Territory and is said to be one of the most spectacular areas of Australia. I have to say, I agree.
Nitmiluk Gorge is incredibly impressive as it winds along 12 kilometres (7.8 miles) of sheer sandstone cliffs that extend to heights of more than 70 metres (229.7 feet). Comprising of 13 separate gorges, Nitmiluk Gorge is a maze of waterways that began as a crack in a fault line, over countless millennia they were sculpted through the power of erosion by what would become known as the Katherine River.
We toured the gorge with Nitmiluk Tours who were offering a two hour cruise through the two largest gorges. We so glad someone was operating tours. I could say lots of things about our time on the water, gazing up at the cliffs, but I’ve decided to let my photos do the talking – Enjoy.
Thoughts on Location No 84
Katherine, Katherine Region, Northern Territory
These are not so much my thoughts about the town of Katherine, but rather what happened getting there. Our drive out of WA and across the border was not without its drama.
“What’s that noise?” I asked Dean as we left Kununurra.
“What noise?” He asked in return.
“That noise!” I said, as I turned the music down a little.
“I dunno!” Was the reply I got, just as another vehicle was overtaking us, pointing at Dean and frantically trying to get his attention. “Your bikes have fallen off!” The occupant of the passenger seat yelled as they sailed by.
We pulled over as best we could and sure enough, our bikes had fallen off the back of our mini home and the major portions of two U bolts had gone missing.
My beautiful, purple bike bore the brunt of the damage after being dragged along for approx two or three minutes on the only stretch of freshly laid bitumen we’d driven on for more than a week.
With hazard lights flashing away (there was swamp just off the road), we salvaged what we could, had a quick memorial service as my bike (well beyond repair) was surrendered to the refuse tip, and continued on our way.
We rolled into Katherine and headed straight to the Big4 Katherine Holiday Park, an absolute oasis – not that we were anywhere near any desert any more.
Luckily we quickly located a metal worker who was more than happy to be given the challenge of fabricating the required U bolt repairs, in exchange for money of course. We didn’t mind staying an extra day in Katherine, as we found the park very quiet, the pool very cool, and the managers very friendly. All big bonuses adding up to a most enjoyable stay.