Hi everyone. This is report from a trip I did a couple of years ago. I posted it on Overlander forum but for some reason I didn't ever post it up here. I went back over the Madigan Line again this year and it prompted me to look this one up and so I figured I should share it here.
Following the Madigan Line was something that I’d wanted to do for a number of years. It’s out of the way and not many people do the trip and I wanted to do it a) while I still can before it becomes off-limits in some way and b) before it becomes mainstream and every man and his dog it out there. I think the trip came about while we were on the Canning a couple of years ago and talking about other trips we’d like to do. There were a couple others in our group of friends who also had it on their wish list. No firm plans were made then but over the next 12 months we seemed to talk about it whenever we got together and slowly a plan came together.
Originally there were 5 or 6 of our travelling mates who were interested but as the dates were set and the trip got closer a couple had to drop out leaving 4 vehicles. We thought this was a pretty good sized group – not so big it would be hard to find campsites and slow things down but enough to feel comfortable in terms of support should something go wrong.
We had an interesting variety of vehicles:
• Our 150 series Prado.
• A current model Mazda BT50
• A VW Amorok
• A GU Patrol wagon
All of them were turbo diesels.
Our Prado was already kitted out and had done one big trip two years ago when we drove the CSR. It was the first offroad trip for both the BT50 and the Amorok and we were all interested to see how they would go.
Everything we read (or should I say the little we could find) said this trip was going to be hard. We expected to be making our own track for a lot of the time and that it would be extremely rough putting suspension and vehicles in general to the test. We were also expecting punctures – those who have been through before reported anywhere from 4 to 20 punctures.
All the vehicles were prepared accordingly. We had recovery gear, two spares tyres each as well as plenty of plugs tubes, patches, etc, critical spares like belts, hoses, bearings and plenty of tools between us. We also had a satphone and I took a spot tracker which we used everyday to let our families know where we were.
We also all had new tyres and by coincidence all were Coopers. Me and the Amorok had ST Maxx, the Patrol had STT’s and the BT50 had AT3’s.
Fuel was also a big issue and the big question was how much to carry. Previous trip reports seemed to report consistent usage of 155-175 litres for a 4 cylinder diesel. With the Prado having 150 litre tanks I was tossing up whether to take two jerries (190 litres total) or three for 210 litres total, with the only issue being that this all had to go on the roof with the spare tyres and our swags. In the end I ended up taking 210 litres and the others took similar amounts, not really knowing what the track held for us. As one of our crew says “I’d rather be looking at it than looking for it”. Before our Canning trip I debated spending the $1400 on a long range replacement tank which would have given me 233 litres capacity but decided it wasn’t worth it for one trip. I found myself going through the same thing again…. Anyway, it turned out to be too late so I had to use jerry cans.
Unfortunately my wife wasn’t able to come along due to a commitment she had made that clashed. She was devastated at missing such an exciting trip and the kids and I were pretty sad as well.
Soon enough the start date rolled around and we headed off. The group met up in Windorah and enjoyed a few drinks and dinner at the pub. The next day we headed to Birdsville where we refueled and of course had a beer at the pub before heading into the desert.
This was the first time I’d crossed the Simpson as well as one of the other couples in the group, although we’d all been as far as Poeppel corner while heading up the Hay River track 4 years ago. This time we were taking the French line all the way to Dalhousie Springs but the crossing was really just a transit to get to Old Andado and the start of the Madigan line.
The French Line was uneventful, but the track was extremely rough and it was pretty frustrating at times crawling along trying to prevent damage to our vehicles through the bumps and holes up the dunes. I really wish people would let their tyres down enough that they can drive up the dunes rather than scream up spinning wheels and bouncing around, especially those who find it necessary to drag camper trailers through. Before this trip I’d been prepared to give camper trailers the benefit of the doubt in terms of chopping up the tracks, but after a couple of days of bouncing over and down dunes we discovered there was a group of six campers trailers travelling ahead of us in the same direction. We caught up with them one afternoon and the next morning passed their camp before they had gotten on the road and the track instantly (and I mean instantly) got better. I still wasn’t sure if I was just imagining it until we pulled up for morning tea and everyone in the group got out of their cars and said “hmmm, did I just imagine it or did the track get much better as soon as we passed that group”.
Some photos from the French Line


Kids doing what they do best when surrounded by dunes:


Following the Madigan Line was something that I’d wanted to do for a number of years. It’s out of the way and not many people do the trip and I wanted to do it a) while I still can before it becomes off-limits in some way and b) before it becomes mainstream and every man and his dog it out there. I think the trip came about while we were on the Canning a couple of years ago and talking about other trips we’d like to do. There were a couple others in our group of friends who also had it on their wish list. No firm plans were made then but over the next 12 months we seemed to talk about it whenever we got together and slowly a plan came together.
Originally there were 5 or 6 of our travelling mates who were interested but as the dates were set and the trip got closer a couple had to drop out leaving 4 vehicles. We thought this was a pretty good sized group – not so big it would be hard to find campsites and slow things down but enough to feel comfortable in terms of support should something go wrong.
We had an interesting variety of vehicles:
• Our 150 series Prado.
• A current model Mazda BT50
• A VW Amorok
• A GU Patrol wagon
All of them were turbo diesels.
Our Prado was already kitted out and had done one big trip two years ago when we drove the CSR. It was the first offroad trip for both the BT50 and the Amorok and we were all interested to see how they would go.
Everything we read (or should I say the little we could find) said this trip was going to be hard. We expected to be making our own track for a lot of the time and that it would be extremely rough putting suspension and vehicles in general to the test. We were also expecting punctures – those who have been through before reported anywhere from 4 to 20 punctures.
All the vehicles were prepared accordingly. We had recovery gear, two spares tyres each as well as plenty of plugs tubes, patches, etc, critical spares like belts, hoses, bearings and plenty of tools between us. We also had a satphone and I took a spot tracker which we used everyday to let our families know where we were.
We also all had new tyres and by coincidence all were Coopers. Me and the Amorok had ST Maxx, the Patrol had STT’s and the BT50 had AT3’s.
Fuel was also a big issue and the big question was how much to carry. Previous trip reports seemed to report consistent usage of 155-175 litres for a 4 cylinder diesel. With the Prado having 150 litre tanks I was tossing up whether to take two jerries (190 litres total) or three for 210 litres total, with the only issue being that this all had to go on the roof with the spare tyres and our swags. In the end I ended up taking 210 litres and the others took similar amounts, not really knowing what the track held for us. As one of our crew says “I’d rather be looking at it than looking for it”. Before our Canning trip I debated spending the $1400 on a long range replacement tank which would have given me 233 litres capacity but decided it wasn’t worth it for one trip. I found myself going through the same thing again…. Anyway, it turned out to be too late so I had to use jerry cans.
Unfortunately my wife wasn’t able to come along due to a commitment she had made that clashed. She was devastated at missing such an exciting trip and the kids and I were pretty sad as well.
Soon enough the start date rolled around and we headed off. The group met up in Windorah and enjoyed a few drinks and dinner at the pub. The next day we headed to Birdsville where we refueled and of course had a beer at the pub before heading into the desert.
This was the first time I’d crossed the Simpson as well as one of the other couples in the group, although we’d all been as far as Poeppel corner while heading up the Hay River track 4 years ago. This time we were taking the French line all the way to Dalhousie Springs but the crossing was really just a transit to get to Old Andado and the start of the Madigan line.
The French Line was uneventful, but the track was extremely rough and it was pretty frustrating at times crawling along trying to prevent damage to our vehicles through the bumps and holes up the dunes. I really wish people would let their tyres down enough that they can drive up the dunes rather than scream up spinning wheels and bouncing around, especially those who find it necessary to drag camper trailers through. Before this trip I’d been prepared to give camper trailers the benefit of the doubt in terms of chopping up the tracks, but after a couple of days of bouncing over and down dunes we discovered there was a group of six campers trailers travelling ahead of us in the same direction. We caught up with them one afternoon and the next morning passed their camp before they had gotten on the road and the track instantly (and I mean instantly) got better. I still wasn’t sure if I was just imagining it until we pulled up for morning tea and everyone in the group got out of their cars and said “hmmm, did I just imagine it or did the track get much better as soon as we passed that group”.
Some photos from the French Line


Kids doing what they do best when surrounded by dunes:

















































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