Thornton Ranges

I climbed up over the Thornton Ranges and from some of the peaks I could look down on the lagoons of the Coral Sea. Once on the crest of the ranges I could see my next port of call some eight miles away on the side of a mountain, the home of the John Nicholas family. In this country there is still the spirit of the old pioneers as they have no power, no telephone and if the ferry breaks down they are cut off from civilisation. At low tide, the ferry sometimes is stopped by sandbanks, that shift with the tide. Here again the horse is king, as it is not unusual for this young couple to have to put their children up in front of their saddles to ride for supplies.