So here we are at the end of a lacklustre year where I decided that trying to understand the marking system of the HSC is like trying to understand some alien life force that bares no resemblance to anything we regard as real on this earth.
Ok, Lacklustre maybe over stating things, as family life is always busy and makes for a hectic ride at times. We were all healthy and achieved well, but Steve's demotion did tend to put a dampener on the year. Particularly when he was replaced in his position of ten years by a boss who is, shall we say, a little green, and Steve is widely expected to help out in the spirit of being a team player. As can well be imagined, he spends most of his time bemoaning this or that and generally feeling decidedly uncharitable in the 'still do most of your old job, just not get paid for it' stakes.
Sarah was our guinea pig in the coveted HSC stakes, and we placed all our money on her not only getting a place but blitzing the field. However an early mishap at the trials brought about by an absent teacher and a culpable lack of professionalism from said teacher to:
1. tell her she had plateaued in her abilities, and to
2. neglect to provide any feedback to students sitting their trials so that they may perform their best.
This meant that Sarah bombed in her Trial English paper and on the back of being told the teacher felt she had plateaued while the rest of the class where improving, all but destroyed all her confidence in herself and took the mojo out of her HSC prep. A particularly cruel thing for a professional to do, particularly to possibly the best and brightest student she will ever have the fortune to teach in her career.
I maybe biased, I am her loving mother. But come on, her entire school career has led me to this conclusion, I am not facing the world through distorted rose coloured glasses.
Every year she finished top of her class taking out the academic achievement award through Primary school. For years 5 and 6 she attended an Opportunity Class where she was in a class of children with similarly high academic abilities. None-the-less she came out top and was awarded DUX at the end of year 6.
Move onto High school and her stellar career continued. Unlike most clever students, instead of finishing first in one or two subjects she would finish first in all but one or two subjects, often being the only person to elicit spontaneous school wide applause during the obligatory 'hold your applause to the end' instruction. She showed promise to all who knew her, teachers, parents, students and community people alike, and she held this esteem in good grace and with amazing humility.
So no, I am not deluded. This girl has something special and her star is yet to finish rising. So why, at the crux of her school career, the point where she is about to dive into the most defining part does a teacher so categorically set about to destroy her confidence and belief in herself? This girl who was always so positive and encouraging to her classmates and whose personal motto is "Only Anything is Possible". She's a doer, involved in everything, never afraid to have a go, enjoys a challenge and would bend over backwards to learn and understand new concepts. This girl has most definitely not peaked, nor plateaued.
This whole episode has left me wondering, is the HSC in its present format fair? A quick internet search reveals, apart from this 2013 article, that most commentators do indeed believe it is fair. However I do notice that the vocal commentators do tend to be representatives from the selective or private schools in predominately metropolitan areas. Nothing is heard from the smaller disadvantaged rural school. Why? Could it be that a system, that to me, appears to favour larger schools with a concentration of the 'more able students' versus smaller schools who also may have a small concentration of more able students but are also more likely to have a corresponding concentration of less able students that must then factor into any moderation.
Let me explain, because two factors I believe fed into the apparent unfairness of Sarah's final results. I should explain that she did do very well and we are pleased with and proud of her 85.3 ATAR score. It enables her to get into the Uni subject that she desires, so a higher mark was not necessary. As Sarah said, I am happy to let the 90's go to the people who needed those marks to get into their courses. Ever gracious. For me I want to understand the system because I believed she would, based on her standing in relation to the rest of her class in her entire school career, achieve over 90, possibly even high 90's. Sarah is our first, first hand experience of the NSW HSC. Steve and I did our year 12 certificate in the ACT where we had 100% of our mark based on continuous assessment. We knew all along how we were going and could adjust subject choice term by term as we progressed in order to tweek our final outcome based on our demonstrated strengths and weaknesses.
Firstly, with the NSW HSC it appears that it is vitally important who comes first in the assessment component of the course. First place getter has the honour of applying the highest HSC exam score to their own assessment mark...........What? It does my head in, but apparently this is some convoluted way of moderating the schools against each other, and a better explanation about how this works can probably be found elsewhere on the web. But to me it seems that you are not being assessed solely on you and how you individually do, you are tied to your cohort in a quite twisted way.
Let's run a little scenario: A group of higher achieving students, lets say three or four in the class are performing well above their peers. As the person who comes first in the course is determined by the teacher through their assessments it is feasible that a favoured student could be deliberately elevated to first position. Then they are guaranteed the best test score to be applied to their assessment mark regardless of whether they earned it. Second, third and fourth, even if they decided to study their hardest and try and make up for their lower assessment mark will have to take the lower test score as their assessment mark. Student A is liked and promoted by the teacher to first in class and scores 90. Students B,C and D also doing very well but only score 88,85 and 84 respectively. Come HSC test time, Student A already knows he is set and decides to party instead of study particularly hard. Students B,C and D are really keen to do their best and study extremely hard to try and make up ground. At the test Student A scores 70, Student B scores 98, Student C scores 90 and student D scores 87. The assessment marks get moderated and Student A walks away with top mark even though he only scored top for 50% of the course.
Secondly, lets look at the socio economic position of the school. A small regional or rural school with a wide spread of abilities versus a large metropolitan school with a lesser spread of abilities. At our school, from the example above, take a situation where you have not one outlier, but three or four. In a small cohort of say 30 pupils, the statistical model will allow for one outlier, but not four, so the three that didn't rank first will be dragged down by their cohort. For the outliers at the bottom, apart from the very last position, this system would pull the remaining outliers back up. So this is a good look for disadvantaged schools as it doesn't make their scores look quite so bad, but by doing this they sacrifice the top outliers.
If those same top outliers were in a much larger school, say of 200 pupils, the statistical spread would allow for them to be much closer to the top and their actual score. With (probably) less likelihood of the bottom outliers being quite as low as the small rural school, when the moderation process occurs the ones who didn't finish first would not be dragged as low, infact there would be very little adjustment to their raw score. Imagine the difference between stretching a piece of elastic of 30cm length over a distance of 70cm, versus concentinaing a 200cm piece over a distance of 40cm. If each cm mark represents a student and the distance stretched or concertinaed is the range of HSC scores. Obviously small disadvantaged and rural schools will struggle with this system. Yet their hands are tied to speak out about this because to admit you are disadvantaged by attending these schools for HSC is to further chase away the more able students and further hamper your ability to ever score well as a school.
Added to this situation is the the notion that certain schools like to be seen as marking hard so that when their pupils do better than expected in the HSC exam, they can gain a benefit in being moderated up. In playing this game and trying to play the system, students and the overall integrity of the system are compromised. A student can end up with the triple whammy of, being deliberately marked hard in the assessment component, failing to make first place in the cohort, yet still very bright in the scheme of things, and have the remaining cohort of a relatively small number under perform and drag down her weighting.
Whilst trying to devise a convoluted system that is supposedly fair to everyone it turns out to be just another system open to manipulation and designed to make certain sectors look good. That is raise the bottom cohort of disadvantaged schools as that is politically expedient and maintain the status quo of the better performing larger schools of mainly middle and upper class backgrounds. What makes the system even worse is that IT IS NOT TRANSPARENT.
Surely any assessment system must have at its core transparency. Students never ever find out what their exam marks were. In English they will never know if they excelled or bombed in creative writing, was it the essay writing that gave them the bulk of their score or the short answer. In art was the major work a defining factor or was it the essay in their final mark. How can a person get to the end of their thirteen years of schooling, and be assessed in the biggest and most comprehensive exam of their life, and not find out in what areas they excelled and what areas they did less well? In short, they finish school not truly knowing where their strengths lie. Now that's crazy, because it is their comparison with the rest of the students across the state, not just those in their school class cohort that will give them a true indication of how well they really did.
So why do I care? The HSC is over and it's greater relevance on later life is practically zip once you make it into Uni. Even now there are many paths into Uni so the ATAR mark, which is correlated from the HSC score is meaning less and less. Well as I wrote earlier, Sarah is our guinea pig in a system that prior to this we have had very little experience of. Next up, starting year 11 next year is Evan, and he wants to score as highly as possible - well that's the point isn't it? So how do we learn from Sarah's experience? I certainly don't want to face a situation where he gets his confidence shattered, like Sarah had hers, but more importantly I want to understand how he can achieve true to his abilities and not be unduly penalised by attending that same small regional or rural school that Sarah did.
So yeah a relatively lacklustre year all things considered, but we're still here kicking and fighting, and of course, all things can only be up from here for 2015....can't they. But then again we still have that Federal mob in power and with their insistence on dismantling the family tax benefit system, household finances are going to stretch even tighter. A child at Uni, a pay cut and a winding back of benefits, I guess the belt is going to get tighter so that we become lifters instead of leaners, or maybe we'll just become even leaner.
For now let's say farewell to 2014 with a bang and a smile. Another year over, Christmas round the corner and a fabulous family hanging out and spending time together, when all is said and done, at the end of the day, it doesn't actually get much better than that.
Various Rambles about day to day life and past experiences by a (mostly) stay at home mum
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Tuesday, 23 December 2014
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Happy Mothers' Day
There is no greater thing in the world than to love and be loved. This is the joy of being a mother.
Mothers' Day is the perfect opportunity to take stock of just how great it is to be a part of a family and to remember just why relationships are so much more important than material goods. Why giving up the chance to be rich and famous and hugely successful for being the mother of 4 excellent children is just so worth it.
On Friday at school the P+C ran the annual Mothers' Day stall. As P+C President I had a big role in bringing it to fruition. We bought a bunch of gifts, laid them out on tables and allowed the children to buy them for $5 each. Watching how much fun the kids had deciding on what to buy mum, and the thought and deliberation that went into their decisions was gratifying. The children really did seem to reflect quite seriously on what gift would most suit their mother/ grandmother. Allowing the children this opportunity was an important part of them growing up and becoming responsible, caring and empathetic citizens. It also taught them about value and how to make discerning choices with their money.
I 'manned' the jewellery section of the stall and when my own child, Harry came up to purchase his two gifts, one for me and one for Ninny, I saw him pick a gift for Ninny. He chose a necklace with a crown pendant, because Ninny is like a Queen. How sweet. (Although, I suspect it had something to do with her age and that she is almost as old as the actual Queen, but we wont dwell too much on that.) I didn't notice Harry choose anything for me so guessed that he had picked another item from elsewhere on the stall.
He didn't.
He very stealthily ( I love that word) chose me a piece of jewellery too. He presented it to me this morning. A gorgeous Tinkerbell fairy pendant.
Sarah left me a package that I found on the kitchen bench this morning. She wrote me a beautiful note which I shall reproduce here:
The front of the envelope said......
To Mum (please feel free to open this envelope as soon as you see it) [although you might like to stare in wonderment at the purple wrapped thing on the bench awhile]
Inside the envelope it said.....
Dear Mum,
Although I may not be up yet I would still love to wish you a fantastic mothers day (!) because you are amazing. I would love to thank you on behalf of myself, who has grown up to a grateful adult under your generous care, and for little Ellie who I can see adores you as much as I do and you will never lose our endless love.
Enjoy those breakfast croissants,
Love Sarah xxx ooo
It brings a tear to the eye. How beautiful is that?
It reminds me of a conversation I was having with Steve earlier in the week. I was discussing with him how we vary the way we parent each child depending upon their personalities, and also how little they realise why because they can't see the full picture of who they really are. I was postulating with him that do any of us really know who we are. We know who we think we are or who we'd like to think we are, but others see us differently, and those who know us the best are the ones who, no doubt know us better than we know ourselves.
Evan is a good example of this. He told me the other day that he can't wait until he has kids of his own. He would be very tough on them and not let them get away with anything (Evan thinks we are too lenient on Harry). At first I was worried about his poor future children (my grandchildren) then I remembered what I was like at sixteen and the world views I had then are totally different to what I have now. I wasn't even going to have children at all when I was sixteen, I thought kids were annoying little messy things. Now look at me, I am head over heels in love with my four kids and adore them beyond compare. (Yes they can on occasion be messy and annoying, but they are an absolute blessing and I can't even begin to imagine how empty my life would be without them).
So here is Evan at sixteen, confident and assertive and very articulate. He is aware of his righteousness and his ability to express it. How did he get like this? Was it in any way our parenting? With a different style of parenting could he have grown up to be introverted and depressed? Quite possibly.
I heard a story the other day about a teenage boy who had written a suicide note. He sounded like a very sensitive child born into a family where he wasn't accepted for who he was. His parents had an expectation that he would more fit the model of a boy's boy, motor bike riding, rough and tumble type. Instead he just wants gentle love, not the tough love he is being given. How sad for him.
It's so true that many many boys need more gentle love. I am not the first mother to notice that her sons are far more delicate and emotional than her daughters. I remember reprimanding Sarah over a certain misdemeanour (say drawing on the wall) and she would just look at me like it was nothing. I would lay it on a bit thicker really telling her about what she did was completely inappropriate and how she'd now have to clean it, or lose her textas, etc etc, and she would blank faced take it like it was water off a duck's back. I wasn't sure that I was getting through to her at all. Then along came Evan. I wouldn't get two words into a ticking off and he'd collapse into a ball and be totally devastated. Steve and I learnt very quickly that we had to way back off the discipline with him, he was far more sensitive than Sarah.
That's just one example of how we adjusted our parenting to suit the personality of the child. All through their lives there are many more examples. Certainly dealing with teenagers requires a tailored situation, no one size fits all there. But I do believe that Evan is confident today because we didn't crush his spirit, or make him 'man up' when he was growing up. He is also loving and affectionate and very comfortable with who he is. But he wont necessarily see or appreciate that his upbringing had anything to do with who he is today. In fact if anything he (like we all did) will focus on his parent's shortcomings. Ah it can be a thankless job sometimes, lol.
No not quite thankless, just very very hard, but also rewarding 1000 fold. There's nothing I would rather be doing. So thank you, my gorgeous children, for the necklace from Harry, the tea and mug from Sarah, the foot massager from Evan and the Love that you all share with me. I love you all so very very much.
Mothers' Day is the perfect opportunity to take stock of just how great it is to be a part of a family and to remember just why relationships are so much more important than material goods. Why giving up the chance to be rich and famous and hugely successful for being the mother of 4 excellent children is just so worth it.
On Friday at school the P+C ran the annual Mothers' Day stall. As P+C President I had a big role in bringing it to fruition. We bought a bunch of gifts, laid them out on tables and allowed the children to buy them for $5 each. Watching how much fun the kids had deciding on what to buy mum, and the thought and deliberation that went into their decisions was gratifying. The children really did seem to reflect quite seriously on what gift would most suit their mother/ grandmother. Allowing the children this opportunity was an important part of them growing up and becoming responsible, caring and empathetic citizens. It also taught them about value and how to make discerning choices with their money.
I 'manned' the jewellery section of the stall and when my own child, Harry came up to purchase his two gifts, one for me and one for Ninny, I saw him pick a gift for Ninny. He chose a necklace with a crown pendant, because Ninny is like a Queen. How sweet. (Although, I suspect it had something to do with her age and that she is almost as old as the actual Queen, but we wont dwell too much on that.) I didn't notice Harry choose anything for me so guessed that he had picked another item from elsewhere on the stall.
He didn't.
He very stealthily ( I love that word) chose me a piece of jewellery too. He presented it to me this morning. A gorgeous Tinkerbell fairy pendant.
Sarah left me a package that I found on the kitchen bench this morning. She wrote me a beautiful note which I shall reproduce here:
The front of the envelope said......
To Mum (please feel free to open this envelope as soon as you see it) [although you might like to stare in wonderment at the purple wrapped thing on the bench awhile]
Inside the envelope it said.....
Dear Mum,
Although I may not be up yet I would still love to wish you a fantastic mothers day (!) because you are amazing. I would love to thank you on behalf of myself, who has grown up to a grateful adult under your generous care, and for little Ellie who I can see adores you as much as I do and you will never lose our endless love.
Enjoy those breakfast croissants,
Love Sarah xxx ooo
It brings a tear to the eye. How beautiful is that?
It reminds me of a conversation I was having with Steve earlier in the week. I was discussing with him how we vary the way we parent each child depending upon their personalities, and also how little they realise why because they can't see the full picture of who they really are. I was postulating with him that do any of us really know who we are. We know who we think we are or who we'd like to think we are, but others see us differently, and those who know us the best are the ones who, no doubt know us better than we know ourselves.
Evan is a good example of this. He told me the other day that he can't wait until he has kids of his own. He would be very tough on them and not let them get away with anything (Evan thinks we are too lenient on Harry). At first I was worried about his poor future children (my grandchildren) then I remembered what I was like at sixteen and the world views I had then are totally different to what I have now. I wasn't even going to have children at all when I was sixteen, I thought kids were annoying little messy things. Now look at me, I am head over heels in love with my four kids and adore them beyond compare. (Yes they can on occasion be messy and annoying, but they are an absolute blessing and I can't even begin to imagine how empty my life would be without them).
So here is Evan at sixteen, confident and assertive and very articulate. He is aware of his righteousness and his ability to express it. How did he get like this? Was it in any way our parenting? With a different style of parenting could he have grown up to be introverted and depressed? Quite possibly.
I heard a story the other day about a teenage boy who had written a suicide note. He sounded like a very sensitive child born into a family where he wasn't accepted for who he was. His parents had an expectation that he would more fit the model of a boy's boy, motor bike riding, rough and tumble type. Instead he just wants gentle love, not the tough love he is being given. How sad for him.
It's so true that many many boys need more gentle love. I am not the first mother to notice that her sons are far more delicate and emotional than her daughters. I remember reprimanding Sarah over a certain misdemeanour (say drawing on the wall) and she would just look at me like it was nothing. I would lay it on a bit thicker really telling her about what she did was completely inappropriate and how she'd now have to clean it, or lose her textas, etc etc, and she would blank faced take it like it was water off a duck's back. I wasn't sure that I was getting through to her at all. Then along came Evan. I wouldn't get two words into a ticking off and he'd collapse into a ball and be totally devastated. Steve and I learnt very quickly that we had to way back off the discipline with him, he was far more sensitive than Sarah.
That's just one example of how we adjusted our parenting to suit the personality of the child. All through their lives there are many more examples. Certainly dealing with teenagers requires a tailored situation, no one size fits all there. But I do believe that Evan is confident today because we didn't crush his spirit, or make him 'man up' when he was growing up. He is also loving and affectionate and very comfortable with who he is. But he wont necessarily see or appreciate that his upbringing had anything to do with who he is today. In fact if anything he (like we all did) will focus on his parent's shortcomings. Ah it can be a thankless job sometimes, lol.
No not quite thankless, just very very hard, but also rewarding 1000 fold. There's nothing I would rather be doing. So thank you, my gorgeous children, for the necklace from Harry, the tea and mug from Sarah, the foot massager from Evan and the Love that you all share with me. I love you all so very very much.
Monday, 16 July 2007
Wyndham
Here we were half way through July, half way through what is winter in the southern states and we were heading to the very north of Western Australia. The weather and landscapes were perfect. The town of Wyndham sits overlooking a dramatic coastline and has one of the world's best sunsets.
AS mentioned at the end of the last post we took the back road to Wyndham so that we could see Valentine and Middle Springs. We had lunch at Black rock falls.
The closer that we got to Wyndham, the more amazing the country became. Incredible plateaus sitting atop the escarpments.

We set up camp at a local park and then hurriedly drove up to the lookout to watch the fantastic sunset.
That night in camp, we were disturbed by some drunks who broke out into a very loud and aggressive verbal argument. They were attended to by the local constabulary.
On Monday, we vistied the large Aboriginal statues and watched a local aboriginal man carve into a boab seed with a pen knife. He carved a picture of a bird, complete with textured feathers. It was beautiful.
We learnt that boabs could be used for bush tucker. They would grind the innards of the boab seed into a powder and make damper out of it. They would cook and grind the seeds, mix with kapock roots and make them into cakes. They could also be mixed with water and honey to taste and then stewed like apples. The young roots were also able to be eaten.
We visited the big Croc, how could we not? And of course had our photo take there.
Dairy Entry...."Went along Perry's Lagoon Road past Telegraph Hill (where an old World War One era telegraph station once stood) and onto Perry's Lagoon. loads of Birds there.
I was driving.
We then continued on along Perry's Lagoon Road to the old Hall's Creek Road. It was constructed in the 1850's for the Hall's Creek gold rush. There are still lots of stone work intact today showing where the original old track ran. I drove the 4WD track - it was loads of fun.
We then popped out at the Great Northern Road Highway and went to the Grotto.
Had lunch then climbed down inside the Grotto. It was lovely cool and peaceful."
AS mentioned at the end of the last post we took the back road to Wyndham so that we could see Valentine and Middle Springs. We had lunch at Black rock falls.
The closer that we got to Wyndham, the more amazing the country became. Incredible plateaus sitting atop the escarpments.
We set up camp at a local park and then hurriedly drove up to the lookout to watch the fantastic sunset.
That night in camp, we were disturbed by some drunks who broke out into a very loud and aggressive verbal argument. They were attended to by the local constabulary.
We visited the big Croc, how could we not? And of course had our photo take there.
Dairy Entry...."Went along Perry's Lagoon Road past Telegraph Hill (where an old World War One era telegraph station once stood) and onto Perry's Lagoon. loads of Birds there.
I was driving.
We then continued on along Perry's Lagoon Road to the old Hall's Creek Road. It was constructed in the 1850's for the Hall's Creek gold rush. There are still lots of stone work intact today showing where the original old track ran. I drove the 4WD track - it was loads of fun.
We then popped out at the Great Northern Road Highway and went to the Grotto.
Had lunch then climbed down inside the Grotto. It was lovely cool and peaceful."
Labels:
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boabs,
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Location:
Wyndham WA 6740, Australia
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Kununurra
Crossing the border from the Northern Territory we set our clocks back by one and a half hours. This meant that our lovely twilight evenings that had been perfect for camping, now were going to end early -we would be cooking and eating the evening meal in the dark.
I personally really like daylight saving as I am more a night person than a morning person. So I found the lack of evening light disappointing. It was one of the reasons I loved Northern Territory.
There were strict quarantine laws at the border to Western Australia. No raw nuts, seeds, plants, fruit or vegetables. We had finished all of our fresh food, but we decided to stash a packet of alfalfa seeds on the Northern Territory side of the border with the intention to retrieve them on the way back.
We were also slightly concerned that we were going to be embarrassed at the border by the fact that the back seat was littered with the half masticated detritus from the children's car snacks. There was plenty of seeds, nuts, sultanas, banana skins and apple cores kicking around on the seats and in the foot zone, and we secretly hoped that customs would give the car car a jolly good detail for us.
Luckily, we didn't get called out for the appalling state of our car, so subsequently didn't get the free car detail either. We were waved through the check point with a minimum of fuss. Perhaps it was hoped that the children's treatment of the mushed up food mass decontaminated the potential of any introduced pests. Or maybe they willfully turned a blind eye, placing us into the too hard basket.
Having Jettisoned all of our fresh food, first stop was Coles in Kununurra to stock up. We booked into the Kununurra Caravan park where we caught up on washing our clothes and removing the campsite grime from ourselves with lovely hot showers.
The landscape around the town was stunning with more of the lost city style of rock formations.
The town of Kununarra itself was quite pleasant and felt fairly new. It had been built relatively recently to service the Ord River scheme.
However, even more famously, at the time that we were visiting Kununurra, the town was preparing for an influx of film crew for the block buster movie Australia starring Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman. There was an air of distinct excitement in the town as it was possibly the most exciting thing to happen to the town in a long time. Budding future movie stars were seen preening themselves as they dreamed of being recognised as the next biggest talent in being a movie extra. They waited in intense anticipation, sunning themselves to create the perfect movie tan and practising their best facial angles, convinced that they were about to be discovered at any moment.
Kununurra was not a stranger to celebrities.
They have a celebrity tree park. Yes, it's true.
The trees have been planted by various celebrities, perhaps Nicole Kidman will be the next big name to grace the park.
On our second day in Kununurra, 14 July, we went to the Agricultural show. It was pretty cheap to get in, $10 for adults and $3 for kids. The show wasn't very big, but we had a ball. There was musical entertainment, pavilions of livestock and produce, typical show rides and the best bit - novelty races. The watermelon races (watermelons for shoes) were hilarious.
In the evening we bought our dinner from various stalls and headed into the bar, a fenced off area where we could enjoy a drink and still see the stage.
For dessert we bought some auctioned off cupcakes from the produce pavilion. What a cool idea, auctioning off all of the fresh exhibits. You could bid on cakes, fruits and vegetables.
We met and talked to some entrepreneurial Mirriwong people who sell some interesting art work, They carve designs into the outer casing of boab seeds. They look quite good and for $5 we bought one. The kids also attempted to create their own on some boab seeds that we had found a long the way.
On Sunday, before heading north to Wyndham, we walked up behind our camp ground and climbed the Mini Bungle Bungles. For a short walk, it afforded fabulous views.
Next, on the back road to Wyndham.....
View from above Kununurra Camp |
There were strict quarantine laws at the border to Western Australia. No raw nuts, seeds, plants, fruit or vegetables. We had finished all of our fresh food, but we decided to stash a packet of alfalfa seeds on the Northern Territory side of the border with the intention to retrieve them on the way back.
Having Jettisoned all of our fresh food, first stop was Coles in Kununurra to stock up. We booked into the Kununurra Caravan park where we caught up on washing our clothes and removing the campsite grime from ourselves with lovely hot showers.
The landscape around the town was stunning with more of the lost city style of rock formations.
The town of Kununarra itself was quite pleasant and felt fairly new. It had been built relatively recently to service the Ord River scheme.
They have a celebrity tree park. Yes, it's true.
The trees have been planted by various celebrities, perhaps Nicole Kidman will be the next big name to grace the park.
For dessert we bought some auctioned off cupcakes from the produce pavilion. What a cool idea, auctioning off all of the fresh exhibits. You could bid on cakes, fruits and vegetables.
We met and talked to some entrepreneurial Mirriwong people who sell some interesting art work, They carve designs into the outer casing of boab seeds. They look quite good and for $5 we bought one. The kids also attempted to create their own on some boab seeds that we had found a long the way.
On Sunday, before heading north to Wyndham, we walked up behind our camp ground and climbed the Mini Bungle Bungles. For a short walk, it afforded fabulous views.
Next, on the back road to Wyndham.....
Labels:
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Location:
Kununurra WA 6743, Australia
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Katherine NT
Katherine sits on something of a crossroads, so anytime spent in the Northern Territory inevitably means that you will visit Katherine more than once. We certainly did. Travel arrangements and circumstances found us decending on Katherine numerous times during our travels in the Northern Territory.
After leaving Mary River Roadhouse we travelled onto Katherine and were confronted with no vacancy signs everywhere. Our plans of staying at low level crossing camping ground were foiled as there were no sites available. After searching around a bit we found Mercure Four Seasons and scored a powered site with ensuite for $29 per night. It was awfully luxurious to have our own ensuite.
Our time in Katherine was mostly spent catching up with the mundane things like school work, washing and shopping. The children enjoyed having a network of paved roads around the camping ground to ride on with their scooters.
On the night of the 5 July, we met Steve's parents, Pat and Eric at Kumbidgee Tea Rooms on Gorge Road, Katehrine. Here we enjoyed a buffet dinner. It offered picturesque outdoor dining over looking a duck pond. The atmosphere was very relaxed and and great for families with kids. At only $14 per adult and $7 per child for all you could eat it was great value. It was also BYO.
On the 6 July, Steve's parents left Katherine and we farewelled them after a lunch at low level. We had a swim at the hotsprings, they were warm, but not hot. It was a bit cool getting out.
After the parents left we investigated the library and discovered that it had a lot of children's books on CD......Oh so little time to really enjoy the offerings.
We ended up spending an extra night, which meant we could rip some CD's send a group email, and get some more shopping and school work done. I made the diary observation that the promise of minities works wonders to get the kids doing their school work-amazing.
On the 8th we packed up camp and moved onto Flora River Reserve, where we had an explore and ate lunch. We decided that we didn't like it enough to camp there, so moved onto Gregory NP (east). Here we set up camp for the night at Sullivan's Creek Campsite. It was not far off the road, but still was quite a nice spot.
After leaving Mary River Roadhouse we travelled onto Katherine and were confronted with no vacancy signs everywhere. Our plans of staying at low level crossing camping ground were foiled as there were no sites available. After searching around a bit we found Mercure Four Seasons and scored a powered site with ensuite for $29 per night. It was awfully luxurious to have our own ensuite.
Our time in Katherine was mostly spent catching up with the mundane things like school work, washing and shopping. The children enjoyed having a network of paved roads around the camping ground to ride on with their scooters.
On the night of the 5 July, we met Steve's parents, Pat and Eric at Kumbidgee Tea Rooms on Gorge Road, Katehrine. Here we enjoyed a buffet dinner. It offered picturesque outdoor dining over looking a duck pond. The atmosphere was very relaxed and and great for families with kids. At only $14 per adult and $7 per child for all you could eat it was great value. It was also BYO.
Low level crossing |
On the 6 July, Steve's parents left Katherine and we farewelled them after a lunch at low level. We had a swim at the hotsprings, they were warm, but not hot. It was a bit cool getting out.
Katherine Hot Springs |
We ended up spending an extra night, which meant we could rip some CD's send a group email, and get some more shopping and school work done. I made the diary observation that the promise of minities works wonders to get the kids doing their school work-amazing.
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Flora River reserve |
On the 8th we packed up camp and moved onto Flora River Reserve, where we had an explore and ate lunch. We decided that we didn't like it enough to camp there, so moved onto Gregory NP (east). Here we set up camp for the night at Sullivan's Creek Campsite. It was not far off the road, but still was quite a nice spot.
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Kakadu
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rock art Ubir |
Depending on the severity of the preceding wet season many areas can be off limits, which leads disappointed visitors to name the park "Kaka-don't". I can certainly see how frustrating it can be to travel long distances to a genuine wilderness area in a once in a life time journey and find yourself prevented from fully enjoying the experience.
We, however, fell firmly into the Kakadu (do) camp. We loved our time there and found that we could explore heaps and yet still leave some to come back to some other time in the future. There were plenty of free camps to take advantage of, and many, many interesting walks (some ranger led) to enjoy. It is the sort of experience that demands you get out of your car and explore. This maybe why some people drive in and then drive out believing that there is not much to do or see there.
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Ubir |
Ubir Rock
On the 27 June we stopped at Ubir Rock and explored the area. The views were absolutely magnificent. There was a lot of rock art there, and it was all in amazing condition. Anna the ranger gave us very interesting insights into the rock and the aboriginal art that we were looking at.![]() |
view from Ubir |
Gumlom
On the 28th we packed up camp and dropped into Jabiru to shop for supplies. Jabiru is the commercial centre of Kakadu, where you find normal town amenities like a supermarket, petrol station, and town library. Then on our way south we visited the cultural centre. There was a lot to look at there. Our destination for camp was Gumlom, in the southern part of Kakadu. There we met Steve's parents, Pat and Eric, and two of their bushwalking friends Mary and Ray.Koolpin Gorge
While staying at Gumlom we were very lucky to be able to access a special permit only area called Koolpin Gorge.![]() |
Koolpin |
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View down Koolpin Gorge |
Ray had a key, so we accessed the walk up the gorge and enjoyed the most magnificent views. It was a very beautiful place and we had it to ourselves for a day, spectacular.
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Rock pools at the top of waterfall walk |
Steve, Evan and I walked to the south Alligator river via Murril swamp.
Local Aboriginal rangers ran hands on information sessions, showing basket weaving and damper making. It was a lovely experience, sitting back in the sunshine, trying our hand at local handicraft.
Sandy Billabong
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Rock Art Nouralange |
Nouralange Rock
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Nouralange Rock |
On the 2nd of July we visited Nouralange Rock and had lunch at Anbangbang Billabong. Our lunch consisted of vege sausages barbequed over paperbark.
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Rock art Nouralange |
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Rock rt Nouralange |
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View from Nouralange |
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Lookout |
Diary Entry 2/7/07
Even those who really love Kakadu still find the mozzies a problem. For us they haven't been too bad - The cold nights have substantially reduced the mozzie numbers. That's a good thing as it means we can enjoy being outside without being annoyed by buzzing, biting critters.
Jim Jim Falls
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Jim Jim falls |
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Jim Jim Falls |
Jim Jim Falls were not easy to get to, but were certainly worth it once we did. It involved a rocky scramble to the falls base. The falls were very tall and very impressive. It was also nice and cool down in the ravine. From the end of the track, another rocky scramble takes you across to a sandy beach where you can have a swim in a plunge pool. Here, the water is freezing!
Diary Entry 3/7/07We have had so long in Kakadu, but it doesn't feel like we have been here that long at all. We have really enjoyed everything we have done - the fantastic scenery, amazing rock art and interesting walks. There is still so much we could do too, but we will have to save it for another day and another trip. I would definitely like to come back again, this is a GREAT PLACE!!!!

Our Campsite at Sandy Billabong started to get a bit busy and popular, so we decided that it was time to pack up camp and move on. The kids had a ball playing at the billabong, running and jumping down the sandhill. We wet our feet in the cool running creek, and Evan managed to lose his thongs, as they floated out into the main river. Steve had to try and fish them out. I was expecting a crocodile to come a long and snap them before Steve could capture them. There was no such
excitement, however.
On our way back past our old camp site at Sandy Billabong, we saw a dingo prowling around looking for food scraps. We had had our rubbish bag plundered a few days ago and weren't sure it it was by birds or a dingo. Looks like it may have been a dingo. I am just glad that they are too shy to try and plunder while we are there.
On our way out of Kakadu, we stopped at Cooinda for fuel. Then we sadly left Kakadu proper and stopped at Mary River Roadhouse for a lunch of hot chip sandwiches. After lunch it was onward to Katherine and the next leg of our fantastic family adventure.
Labels:
Aboriginal art,
Australia,
bushwalking,
camping,
exploring,
family,
Gumlom,
holiday,
Jim Jim Falls,
Kakadu,
Koolpin Gorge.,
Northern Territory,
Nouiralange Rock,
Sandy Billabong,
Ubir Rock
Location:
Kakadu NT, Australia
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