Rain that pinned us down, gorges running harder than we'd ever seen, and the mighty Pentecost crossing. Our early season run down the eastern half of the Gibb.

After more than two months on the road, we finally made it to the Gibb River Road. Six hundred and sixty kilometres of red dirt, river crossings and remote gorges, cutting straight through the heart of the Kimberley. We'd been dreaming about this stretch for years, and now we were here, with the wet season still hanging on, half the tracks barely open, and a north west cloud band already building somewhere out west. Paul and Karleah in front of the famous 'Gibb River Road' si