So it has been quite awhile since I last blogged and from a few accounts some have missed it, but it was not due to lack of stories but internet connection or the lack of.
I actually commented to my fellow travels there is so much to cover I hardly know where to begin, but I suppose the best place is from I last left you at Tibooburra.
We didn't leave early as we went for a short drive around the Sturt NP out from Tibooburra to what they call the 'jump-ups': where the track rises from the floodplain floor to a Mesa on top of a large hill. The view from the top is magnificent, with a great vista of the surrounding stony desert, green shrubs dotting a line across the desert floor indicating where a small creek once flowed. After many more kms and a few more emus, kangaroos, old homestead/ shearing sheds etc it was time to head back to camp, load up the 'wagon' and head out into the real Corner Country.
The initial first few miles covered some pretty impressive 'gibber' plains with mostly white gibber,then onto some grey sandy country as we made our way into Fort Grey, another section of the Sturt NP.
This is where we set up camp and went to discover why Fort Grey was named and the other history associated with the place. Unfortunately they have not replaced the walking track signs since the flood in 2010, so things weren't as easy to find as they should have been. (Our survey of the park indicated this fact when we left).
Old relics of a harsh past were left behind - windmills, fence posts, chimney bricks etc. The name Fort Grey was because it was a depot for Sturt on his explorations looking for the inland sea, where some of the party stayed back and because they were afraid for their animals and local aboriginals built a stockade to house them in.
Although we had had Kevin's birthday the night before we had planned to have a 'black and white ' night at this camp site before take-off, so out came all the black and white regalia - Sandra resplendid in her Skelton outfit, Paul with his 'lovely' white hat and shoes accompanying his all black 'number', Ian and Rob both taking to the 'ocka' look in white tea shirt and black shorts, Barry in a monk coat with white bib. Kevin's and Linda made an adorable twosome in their makeshift garbage bags, Ruth put on her white toilet paper and paper towel creation and I had a simple black and white shirt with black pants. The photos should be something to talk about no doubt. I will end here and start another post to continue our journey, but first the washing needs to go out. End - Part 1
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