No Turning Back: Years ago, we asked a man if he thought we could tow the boat and trailer to Cape York, and finally he said: “It depends upon how much you want to get there” It answered everything.

Our story starts in 1970 and it’s about three friends, Cliff, Pete and Nance and their dog Biff. Cliff has been called up to go to Vietnam and leaves early in the morning, so he dropped in at our place to say goodbye. He asked us if we would go crocodile shooting when he comes home… Pete and I laughed. That would be the last thing we would want to do. So, we said yes anyway When Cliff came home there was great excitement and happiness in the air except for one thing, I was pregnant, and we hadn’t told Cliff this in the letters we had sent him. We had decided not to tell him in a letter, it would be best if we told him face to face when he comes home. Going to Cape York the track was only six feet wide and our trailer and boat were eight feet, so we had to find another way. Our poor trailer the tyres on it walked, twisting, changing shape and struggling and dragging over the rocks. We could almost feel their pain. The track leading to the suspension bridge had been good and then we came to the bridge, over a twenty-foot drop to the creek below and five feet wide. We were horrified. There was no other way to go… We dragged logs and bashed them in and widened the bridge so we could cross, Arriving at Bamaga we were told Hornibrooks needed divers and the compressor and the boat with our compressor and the hookah hose to connect it to it to dive with. We finished at Hornibrooks as the new wharf was finished. When we hit the prop on the bottom, we were nervous as there are quite a few crocodiles that swim in these waters and they can swim long distances. We had been warned. The water was shallow where we had hit the prop, so we needed to fix it before heading back towards an island called Dauan Island and decided to stay for the night. It had been a long day. — ISBN13: 9798364970268