Nights have been getting cooler as we head south and I’m really not prepared to be up feeding in 3 degrees so we bought a tiny heater and have decided to stick to powered camp spots from now on.WHY CAN'T I EAT THE DIRT?
1 x graze/bump on Duke’s skull (adding to the lumpy ‘texture’ he is accumulating). He fell off the bed onto our new heater. It still works. Phew!
FAMILY PHOTO. TAKE 5...TAKE 14...TAKE 23-ish......IT'S A WINNER!
I have never been amazed or interested by Uluru. So its a big rock. Can’t be too amazing. Angus wants to go. Guess I’ll give him this one. Well. It’s pretty cool on approach. Yep. Easily distinguishable in the distance. There is a town in the National Park that is basically a resort and housing for staff. Whilst we had yet to see dawn and dusk over Uluru and Kata Tjuta, bargain-happy me was busy scheduling time to take advantage of the free shuttle between the gallery, museum, didgeridoo workshop, astro-hub, bush tucker talk….so many freebies so little time!
We decided to ride around Uluru. 14kms total. Easy. Ha! Not with baby on back and 3 yr old in seat. Eddie was on a tag-a-long bike with me but he was so wobbly and heavy I had to swap with Angus. I thought he would be helpful with his peddling. Great experience and feel like we thoroughly saw “the rock”. Some sides appeared as draped fabric, others like pocked crumpets. Textures, colours and all that interested me of course.
4 days at Uluru ended with a troupe of white horses running wildly through the campsite…. …..whaaat!! Turns out they had escaped from the circus. No joke.
WHAT PERSONAL SPACE?
Down to Coober Pedy and South Australia. Opal land. Wierd place with mounds of white dirt and stones eveywhere and shops that look abandoned. Turns out everything is just hidden in the hills of rubble and facades are shaded from the potentially blistering sun. Managed to find the best pastries ever, a free underground museum and a little slice of my very own opal in one of the cast off mounds of rubble. That’ll do. Time to go.
SPOT EDDIE. 'NOODLING' FOR OPALSRIVERBED CAMP COOBER PEDY
Another roadhouse campsite, another dodgy shower (yes we still shower. Most days). Almost at our next major town, Port Augusta and heard of a salt pan. Sounded interesting for a pit stop. Stunning crystalline white surface over a huge expansive lake. Boys were having fun until they started splashing in the highly saline puddles. The adventurous detour turns into a whinging torrent once again. Aaaah the joys of travelling with little ‘uns.
THE ANGEL ON A CRYSTAL WHITE CLOUD.... THE SCALLY-WAGS IN SALTY SLUSH
Quote of the Week - Eddie “I have had enough drop toilets!” After we tried to explain why there weren’t flushing toilets in every remote corner of Australia, “I know! They could just get millions and thousands of pipes from Sydney to get water for toilets here”. Sounds simple enough….