Twelve months after my first solo trip across the Simpson Desert I’ve completed my second. I’m still sorting out my notes, so stories will appear soon. It’s also twelve months since I put in my audition …
I never used to go camping. Too cold, too many insects, too uncomfortable. Then Doc dragged me kicking and screaming into the outback in a swag, and I was hooked. All my objections were overcome. …
The colours of Kanku/The Breakaways and the Painted Desert are truly breathtaking. Check out the photo gallery
Well, it’s happened again. I’ve had car trouble. Driving from Coober Pedy to Arkaringa and the Painted Desert, one of the clips holding my back window in place broke. Of course it was the strongest …
The Australian outback truly is remarkable. And ever changing as you drive through it. I left Coober Pedy heading north for the Painted Desert. First stop, Kanku/Breakaways again. Last night I drove in from the …
I’m sitting at the Corner Store.
Not the one down the street from home, the one at Cameron Corner, where three states meet: New South Wales, Queensland, and South Australia. I’m not sure which state I’m in, or should that be what state I’m in.
And I drove the Strzelecki and Old Strzelecki tracks to get here.
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I’m going to go out on a limb here, commit sacrilege, and say I am sick of boys’ own adventure stories in the outback.
As you do when you’re in Maree waiting to drive up the Birdsville Track, I began re-reading Tom Kruse’s story of forging the Birdsville Track for the mail run from Maree to Birdsville.
I heard and read a lot about Burke & Wills’ (doomed) expedition, Ludwig Leichhardt’s disappearance somewhere in the desert, Reg Sprigg’s crossing of the Simpson, Charles Sturt, early pastoralists battling the elements to open up the outback, and a seemingly never ending parade of other blokes doing bloke stuff.
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I cannot believe how absolutely, stunningly, jaw-droppingly, beautiful the Australian outback, and the desert countryside is.
If I could put more superlatives into that sentence I would. The desert is beautiful, and I am in awe. I don’t mean beautiful in the way that ‘deserts have their own beauty’, I just mean beautiful.
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It’s been an amazing four days at Arkaroola.
I’ve done the Ridgetop tour, and looked at millions of stars in deep space at one of the observatories. I’ve laid in my swag and looked at millions of stars visible to the naked eye – as long as you’re far enough away from city lights, and outside.
I’ve had a campfire every night (except the first when I arrived after dark), and rekindled it every morning for my coffee (after breaking the ice on the swag).
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I’ve discovered where all the firewood is in the park. Unfortunately it’s not even close to my campsite.
I went for a walk to Spriggina Lookout today after I got back from the Ridgetop Tour. I’m doing the startrails tour tonight, so just wanted a short walk to get some exercise. It’s only 2km up to the lookout, then 2.2km back along a track in a loop.
There, at the peak of the walk, by the power station, was wood that would be perfect for a campfire.
Unfortunately it was 2.2km back to my campsite and I really didn’t feel like walking that far dragging a log of firewood. Especially not along a track cut into the side of a hill.
Then again, it gets very cold at night.
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This is how to ease yourself into bush camping if you’re at all nervous or unsure.
Dinner’s cooking on the campfire, and my swag is ready for me to hop in. I’m in beautiful bush surrounds with absolutely nobody else about. The sun is setting behind the Flinders Ranges, there is a mass of birdlife swooping and filling the air with their song, and the wallabies are coming quite close. I’ve already had two hop in to check me out, nibble on some grass and then leisurely hop away again (shame I left my camera in the car).
And yet I’m at Arkaroola resort, and there are people about 1km away at the village.
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