There’s nothing like starting your Simpson Desert sojourn at Dalhousie Springs. It really is worth getting up before sunrise to sit in the 38 degree pool and watch the sunrise through the mist. When everything …
When I travel I love to take photos and to write about my travels. This blog is as much for me as it is for other people to read – maybe more so. Writing helps …
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
On this trip I’ve driven the Birdsville Track, unnamed dirt roads between main roads, gorges and canyons in the Flinders ranges, the Strzelecki Track, and the Old Strzelecki Track. I’ve gone through sand, gravel, clay, and water.
And I still don’t know if I’m doing it right.
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How romantic is it to throw out your swag and lie there looking at a million stars while you fall asleep?
To wake up with birds singing, and kangaroos hopping around your campsite.
Then get up, rekindle last night’s fire and brew some coffee for breakfast.
There is another side.
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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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