It seems like quite a time since my last post and so much has happened since then.
Firstly we went out to Mutawinji where a nicer camp spot you could not find. Hot showers, flushing toilets, community campfire and lovely green trees.
Before getting to this place though we did have a stop to let the tyres down and and cuppa to keep up the sustenance. This all took place somewhere in the outback on a gravel road with ant hills and grasshoppers (or locusts), not sure on the difference. Linda decided she actually wanted some of these "jumping " critters for her fishing rod later down the track, so all these so-called responsible, mature-aged people are crawling around the gibber plains on hands and knees trying to catch grasshoppers! I tell you it was quite a sight to behold.
Then there was the issue of Ruth finding a snake head (quite calcified), with Robin deciding Linda like collecting so much she should find a place in her car for it and placed it on Linda's car seat. To say Linda was NOT amused and even blamed Paul for this misdemeanour, is an understatement.
Back at the camp sight, we took to our first real walk around the area, with Kevin and Linda being a bit more adventurous and taking on the steeper hill area, while the rest of us did an easy walk up to some aboriginal art and also a marker where one of Burke and Wills came through. I must admit it is quite a surreal experience to think that all those years ago, someone else came thought this area not really knowing what they would encounter.
The next day it was pack up and move time, but before heading out most of the team followed the walk out to the gorge to see the beautiful waterhole it is renowned for. The going was mostly good although at times it helped to be a mountain goat. (Mind you we did see demolition of some of the mountain goats in the cavern, which didn't really give us confidence). Kevin and Linda even bought a pair of horns back to camp with them as momentos!
Time to move on, and we did - up the road a bit further finally making our camp beside a dry creek bed. A wonderful outback, off road camp with a roaring great fire only to be buzzed by a pilot in the morning in his aeroplane. I guess it was the farmer who owned the property and when he did a second take I presumed we were okay as he never came back.
After a short detour into Milparinka for spot of lunch at pub ( to drink to Kevin's birthday), it was finally onto Tibooburra for the night. Spit roast with apple and rhubarb crumble, what's not to like about camping? Running out of time - will have to tell you about Sandra and my pub crawl around Tibooburra tomorrow, so stay tuned.
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