More pictures from the trip
Arkaroola to Wilpena Pound
We got away from Arkaroola by about 10ish and headed for Blinman. The trip was pretty much uneventful and ranged from flat to undulating terrain and the miles slipped away. At Blinman we stopped for lunch at the Lime tree café which was a nice interlude. Home-made focaccia bread was a nice touch. We arrived in Wilpena mid-afternoon and set up. We had a bit of a planning session and decided, since we had 3 days at Wilpena, that next day we would take Wendy to Quorn. We had been there on a previous trip so I am not going to say too much this time around. On the way back we visited the Kanyaka ruins. Day 2 saw us walk out to the old homestead at the entrance to the pound. It is quite well preserved and is about 4km round trip. After lunch we drove up to Blinman across through the Parachilna gorge to Parachilna. We stopped at the Prairie Hotel in Parachilna for coffee tghen down to the Blinman geographic road and back through Brachina Gorge to Wilpena. Tomorrow we head off for home and the end of another trip.
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| Quorn’s historic rail station |
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| Kanyaka ruins |
Di loves the Flinders ranges and I must say it is one of the most enjoyable (for us anyway) locations we have visited. The characters and locations we have visited and seen on this trip is no exception and we have been privileged to see some of Australia’s hottest and driest area green and full of life
This was an interesting trip also for a number of reasons a) it was our first camping experience b) it took in some iconic Australian sites and c) it was Wendy’s first trip with us. By all accounts we came out on top on all three. Next trip Perth.
Farina to Arkaroola
Unfortunately, our time at Farina has ended and we must move on – but not before we visited the bakery for the last time. Our next leg is down through Maree, Leigh Creek and then east to Arkaroola. The gravel road continued but there were patches of bitumen. We stopped for coffee at Maree and diesel which helped break the journey. Coffee was pretty good and served by another interesting outback character. The landscape began to change as we moved south then east.
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| Sunset at Arkaroola |
From open, flat gibber plains to undulation and then hilly rocky escarpments the closer we came to Arkaroola. The facilities there were pretty good, although some of the services were a bit on the expensive side. We had to set up in the powered site section that was on a rather exposed slope, which we would find out about later in our stay. The sites were gravel with stones – probably not the most ideal for our tents. Next day we woke to a fair sort of wind blowing but not a bad day, anyway it kept the flies away.
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| Copper smelter brick kiln |
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| Copper smelter ruins |
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| various minerals under ultra violet |
After breakfast, we did a couple of the short drives around the Arkaroola village in Gaz’s car and decided in the afternoon to do the Arkaroola backtrack off road trail. We set off after lunch on the 11 kms loop. This took us past the Welcome mine site and into the welcome pound and then along the Arkaroola Backtrack Trail. Word of warning the maps should give a time not a distance as it took us nearly 3.5 hrs and we didn’t get back until dusk. But what a bonus there was a lot of low range, steep accent and descent work. Neither Gaz nor I could be considered hard-core 4×4 so this was challenging but what a ride. The scenery was just magic and I felt privileged to see it as I suspect only a small portion of the population ever has the opportunity of seeing this. When we got back to the tents, it was blowing 50kph winds and the dust was terrible. We decided on hibernation and then the heavens opened and to top it off we had a thunderstorm. We decide bed seemed the best option and wondered what tomorrow would be like. Well we rose to a sunny day and little wind. Thank god as we had to pack to head for Wilpena pound via Blinman.
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| Images from the Arkaroola backtrack trail |
William Creek to Farina Station ruins
We watched William Creek disappear in the mirrors and we waved to the film crew on the road and headed towards Farina Station. On the way we stopped at Coward Springs which has a thermal pool. Didn’t seem to be too thermal to us but we stopped for lunch and wandered the old homestead and engine man’s rooms before heading south along the track
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| Engine mans cottage Coward Springs |
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| Thermal spring |
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| Rest break on the “track” |
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| The Oodnadatta track Coward Springs |
. We had been told about Farina and Gaz had done some research on it. Farina Station is actually in ruins with the last inhabitant leaving in the 1960’s who was in fact the post mistress. The place is being restored, not to original but to preserve what is there. A group of volunteers from all over Australia come in for 5 weeks each year to work around the ruins. Now we had heard on our travels about this incredible bakery at Farina and we were somewhat sceptical. It, however, turned out to be correct. For the 5 weeks, the volunteers are there the in the old underground bakers oven which is fired up and bread, pies, pasties and a number different of buns are baked daily. VERY nice produce and such a surprise as was Farina itself. The campgrounds were basic but great and well maintained with a “donkey” type hot water service. Another surprising thing is that everywhere is green which is very unusual out here. In fact, a local at Coober Pedy (40 years) could not recall it ever looking like this. We have been lucky to see this special time in the outback. We spent 2 nights in Farina, which was most enjoyable, and one that we would like to have extended. The sunsets were amazing and we loved this place. The flies were still in abundance but we have learnt to deal with them. The extent of the ruins is an indication of the size and comparative importance of this place.
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| Underground bakers oven |
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| Farina ruins |
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| Sunset over Farina |
Oodnadatta – William creek
I must say the track was in very good condition given the amount of rain in the last month. The trip between Oodnadatta and William Creek was good and the amount of viewable ruins is incredible. The track follows the old Ghan rail line and the old telegraph route and so we stopped to photograph heaps of old ruins including buildings, bridges and other infrastructure. About 20kms out of William Creek we came across road works, which the water truck had just been across – and the heavens opened up.
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| Sunrise over William Creek |
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| Space junk William Creek |
It used what little knowledge I possess to keep the car and trailer in a straight line and from there was very slow trip into William Creek. At William Creek the rain kept coming as we set up. I had visions of being at William Creek for some time, something I had joked about before we left home and seemed to be coming true. This may have not been such a bad thing as our neighbours were a group filming a motion picture “ Yellow cab to Darwin”. Life is always interesting. Next morning we rose to sunshine and the prospects of another good day. Warning if you are coming up this way the flies will pick you up and cart you away. They are very small but very annoying and have plagued us most of this trip. You can leave your food out, they won’t look at it, but have any bare skin, and the little buggers are in like flint. I must confess I needed a hobby (as I have a want on these trips) and have decided to grow a beard something, which is almost impossible for me. I feel it’s coming on nicely, a sentiment not shared by my fellow travelers who continue to laugh out quite loud when I mention it. I suggest that Di should purchase a beard comb for me at the earliest opportunity – her response was, well not sure she couldn’t stop laughing. How these outback locations survive is a story in its self. William creek is a pub, and restaurant (yes I kid you not) and a camp ground and that’s about it. I wish the pub could talk – the walls, ceiling and any vacant place is covered by bank notes (of all denominations) poems, stories, signatures various items of women’s clothes (mostly underwear). I shared a beer with Peter in the bar and perused the various items – its a crack up. I am beginning to love the quirky stuff out here and the people are just great. I know its not for everyone but if you want to learn and understand Australia you need to get out to these places.
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| Left overs from the Ghan |
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| Old Ghan rail bridge |
Coober Pedy to Oodnadatta
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| Coober Pedy to Oodnadatta Track |
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| Pink roadhouse Oodnadatta |
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| Our start to the Oodnadatta track |
We were up reasonably early today as we start the next leg of the journey all with all our fellow travellers here. Today’s leg was from Coober Pedy to Oodnadatta and was the first real off bitumen leg. We stocked up with a few supplies and headed to the start of the Oodnadatta Rd. First auspicious, moment we got separated from Peter – no mobile coverage and no response from the UHF. 10 minutes later with that sorted we head off with all roads open. We had done about 15 kms along this road the day before during our tour but it still surprised me with the condition of the road especially after the rain. It was surprising good and we could do 80 to 90 kph with no problems or concerns. Its about a 200 km run NE from Cooder Pedy to Oodnadatta and we arrived mid-afternoon after numerous (and I mean numerous) stops for pictures or photo opportunities. I had been keen to get to Oodnadatta as one of the iconic places in Australian folklore which I had read much about and the guy that sort of resurrected the place into a destination. I was disappointed, the place has been let to rundown since he was killed in a motor racing accident a few years back and didn’t live up to its press. I guess its had a bit of a chequered past and has been a lot of things, including an airbase during WWII. Anyway after a night’s sleep we then headed off on the real Oodnadatta track to William Creek. Its also about a 200 km leg.
Coober Pedy
Today was a bit lazy, booked for a tour tomorrow and generally bummed around this morning. This afternoon we did a few things. First on the list was Tom’s working opal mine which is a few kms North on the Stuart Hwy. Couple of interesting characters run the place but then I think Coober Pedy is full of interesting characters and Tom’s Wife/partner /mother not sure which, was a wealth of knowledge. A small snippet was that there are no mining companies in Coober Pedy. Each mine can only be mined by one miner and the tenement is 100mts by 50 mtrs. She believes the miners are dying out none of the younger generation want to work the mines. Here are a few shots from around the mine.
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| Flowers |
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| Images of Tom’s working mine |
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| Images of Tom’s working mine |
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| Images of Tom’s working mine |
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| Looking Nth over Coober Pedy |
Next stop was Faye’s place. This underground house was built by Faye and two of her female friends – apparently she believed that anything any bloke could do she could do and she certainly lead an interesting life. One which saw her heavily involved in the community. She built the house with hand tools (pick, shovel and wheel barrow) and it even has an in ground pool. It probably was the highlight of today and the guide was fantastic who provide an amazing insight to an amazing lady.
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| Inside Faye’s House |
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| Inside Faye’s House |
Renmark to Pimba(a night at Spud’s) then on to Coober Pedy
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| Where’s Dougal? |
We headed off at a reasonable time from Renmark and head towards our next night stay. We traveled through to Morgan, which was supposed to be a highlight.Last time through here we stopped at the bakery and well we ended up killing 45 min with nice fare and reasonable coffee. On this occasion it was a little disappointing.Very ordinary coffee. Di has decide that her goal this time around is to rate the coffee stops. This one got a crap score. On to Crystal brook which was a surprise it is an old town and the architecture was a good example of the 1900’s and we spent a little time looking around.
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| Sunrise at Spuds |
Jezzabelles called us for lunch and it was a nice surprise. From Crystal brook it was pretty much a drive to Pimba, through Port Pirie and Port Augusta. Pimba is on the junction of the Stuart Hwy and the Woomera Rd and “Spud’s” is on the corner. Spuds is a roadhouse with a huge area at the side were you can camp for a gold coin donation. It was packed with campers, motorhomes, 5th Wheelers and caravans. It is on a dust bowl with rocks as a base. My brain was thinking “jesus christ are we going to stay here?” while my face said ” this could be a great experience”. It had hot showers and toilets so that at least was a start.
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| Spuds Roadhouse Pimba |
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| We made it!!!! |
As it turned out it wasn’t too bad and we slept well (by our standards). Next morning we rose and set of on on the next leg to Cooder Pedy which was pretty uneventful. We stopped at Glendambo for coffee (Di’s Rating good – instant coffee but honest fare and friendly people). The country side is extremely green and I think we have been lucky to come up here at this time as I think its probably a rare sight. Into Coober Pedy we went. Early days but I like the place (esthetically it probably is not) but it has a character I would like to under stand a bit more. Funny story we were looking for somewhere to eat and went into the place which had on the sign opals and restaurant. I asked the proprietor what he could recommend for lunch, answer: I have a few leftovers in the fridge. At this point my face betrayed me with a look of surprise – “left overs I thought this was a restaurant” was my rather inadequate reply. Proprietor ” What gave you that idea” Me: “Umm the sign out the front.” Proprietor: “Nope we just sell opals – could eat them but not very nutritious”. Anyway we ended up having a conversation about opals and he gave us some samples of “colour” for the grand kids.
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| Where’s Dougal? |
Friday was to far away……. but now its here and were gone
The day has finally here and we are off, earlier than expected but that shouldn’t be a surprise.the ute is loaded, trailer packed and Di, Wendy and of course me. Today we are heading for Renmark on the first leg and we have booked into the Big 4 on the river. We traveled the Calder as far as Redcliffs then west to Werrimul then up to Cullulleraine and on to Renmark. Not a very exciting day but it will get better. As usual we have brought Dougal the Cancer bear with us and we are running where’s Dougal again with a bit of added twist this time. You still have to find Dougal in the photo but as just to spice it up try and figure out what town he is in. Good luck we will try to improve on last years consideration of a kinder surprise.
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| Where’s Dougal? |
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| Dougal |
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| Fungi excepted |
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| Sunset over the Murray |
Robinvale and a shake down for “Terry the Trailer”
Well the camper has been named “Terry” I am not sure this is appropriate as all our other “named”things have been female.At any rate Terry was successful and we had a great 2 days at Robinvale on the shakedown run. We have a few things to iron out but general everything worked well and we had a great time. This was Di’s first camping experience and she seemed to have enjoyed . Here are some photo’s from around the campsite. Bring on the Oodnadatta trak is all I can say.
