Kings Canyon and the Central Desert Road (otherwise known as Outback Way)

What a big, glorious country we have in Australia. The colours are amazing and even better, ever changing- depending on the type of day. Rock formations always provide a wonderous array of structures and colours. The clouds vary from where you are on the road. Pink to the left of us, silver to the right. Change is neverending. Now, to the journey.  

We have covered about 6,000kms since leaving home and found both good and not such good roads. 

After leaving Kings Canyon, we headed toward Uluru. Two parties stopped at Curtain Springs for 2 days and sent the others into Yalara as they wanted to see the 'rock', not having the opportunity beforehand. Once again the atmosphere surrounding Uluru, with its spiritual significance, didn't disappoint our newbies with their first look. Sometimes these great places for tourism tend to get overrated but not this place. It lives up to its reputation along with the lesser focused on, Kata Tjuta, equally spectacular in its own right. 

Two day on we caught up with each party again outside the fuel station ready to head into the unknown. All fuel and water tanks now full, we were westward bound. Our permits came in handy, as when we showed them at the park station, they allowed us full access without any payment. It wasn't long before Uluru was in the rear view mirror and the CDR was commenced.

Passing Kata Tjuta we stopped for the first photo shots, then back on the bitumen. This continued for quite a few kilometres before running in the corrugations, gravel and dust. All living up to their reputation. Tires down to the travel rates on dirt/rocky roads. We had been warned furiously back in the Alice, that conditions might be a bit wet and rough, so management was essential. 

Back up and running again and before long we found some feral camels close to the road. Not greatly perturbed by us, they sauntered into the scrub, making it a difficult for all the travellers to get a photo. 

The first day on the road found us just past the NT/WA border. Past Docker River (actually we missed the turn off, but didn't really require any supplies), so kept trundling on.  

Thanks to Wikicamps we found a great camp for the night, not that far out from the Giles Weather Station. The idea was to watch the weather balloon be launched at 8:45am, next morning. Great idea right? Yeah, we thought so too but crossing the border, our time devices were in a pickle, switching backwards and forwards between NT and WA times. I thought daylight saving was bad enough, this time warp was something else. 

Alas, the ballon was launched without us, as we arrived 10 mins late. They were on Central Time, halfway between NT and WA time. Talk about confusion.

Anyway a stop at the roadhouse for a cup of coffee and the pie, some fuel and a few other necessities like fruit and veggies (had to dispose of all those things including honey before the border) and we were back on the road. 

The scenery was once again ever changing, going through hills (can't call them mountains), then on the endless plains. Sand dunes became the main feature at times and once again a glimpse of a camel. 

Road-kill was nonexistent and no kangaroo or emu was to be seen. But dead cars were everywhere. Burnt out, upside down and stripped of anything worth a dollar. We reckon at least a couple of hundred cars were seen, with possibly more that were further into the bush.

Our next stop for fuel and the usual was Warburton Roadhouse. Another clean and tidy place but with signs everywhere - no photos allowed. All the roadhouses were run by white, Asian or Indian persons. Disappointing not to see any genuine work being done by the aboriginals. Their communities were only a few kms from the roadhouses.

I'll put my philosophy hat on here a bit. With communities so far from, what we consider civilisation, what hope do these indigenous  people have for a future? Yes, granted it's nice to get away form the hustle and bustle of everyday life, but why do the taxpayer have to subsidise this lifestyle? It's no better than the surfer who hangs out all day at Byron and on the dole. Don't tell me it's 'cultural' for them to be here. Okay I accept that, but not at the taxpayers expense. Unless it's because we don't want them to live in poverty, but wasn't that 'cultural' too?  

Sorry for the rant, but sometimes I wonder what the problem and solution are.

Back to the road. Most of the going was great, with the odd patch of wetness still hanging around since a week ago. 

We stopped off at Lassiter's Cave, where he lived for a while before finally perishing in the desert, looking for his elusive Lassiter Reef of gold. No-one has ever found it yet and with all the technology they have these days, you might think it couldn't be that hard to find. 

Another great camp for the night after finding a bit of bitumen halfway along the way, lulling us into a false sense of security. Alas it didn't last long and after calling into the final roadhouse of Tjukayirla, were told there were patches of seal outside of mining settlements but nothing permanent until Laverton. 

Next day, we were actually supposed to be finished the road by now according to our permits (who no-one checked), we came to the full-time bitumen. Into a beautiful off-road park area to pump up tires and have a cuppa shared with thousands of flies! Thank goodness there was nice breeze which kept them somewhat at bay. The 'jump-up' we were standing on provided a very picturesque view of the surrounding countryside. 

Travelling into Laverton I felt a sense of accomplishment as this was the journey my Mum and Dad had completed 31 years beforehand. It is still a very isolated road but is becoming more into the the modern world with the roadhouses and mining industry encroaching on the isolation. 

Once again we had reached 'civilisation' where water and fuel was once again replenished. While the boys saw to these aspects, the girls went over to the Information Centre and viewed an interesting video history on the area. John Forrest was the main explorer of the area and although he never found a great deal of pastoral interest, did make a claim that the next people should be geologists, as his compass played up (indicating iron).

Well as we have now turned North I will end here, but will continue a second section on all the interesting places towards Newman.