Day 6: Brewarrina

Left Lightning Ridge round 8.30 after a world record 30 minute pack up and minimalist breakfast. We did stop to pick up a latte and a muffin for ‘Ron  as we passed through town and then we were on our way.

Had to back track through Walgett and then started our Darling River Run.  The road was quite a way from the river system (the Barwon in this section) so it was pretty much flat, treed, yet dry as a chip landscape.  The litany of road kill reminded us of the importance of getting to our  destination before roo hour.

Metal art features in all the towns up here

We arrived in Brewarrina n time for a late lunch. It’s a historic town right on the Barwon River – at the highest point where the old paddle steamers used to be able to reach on the Darling. It has strong aboriginal history including the 40,000 plus  year old fish traps constructed by 8 tribes of Aboriginal people.  It remains a significant meeting place.

The traps are a series of rock walled channels and holding ponds that go 500m up the river

We did the local Aboriginal cultural tour. A young aboriginal man shared stories about the local aboriginal history, the design and construction of the traps and how they work (they’re still used by locals today) as well as the much more sobering impacts  of colonisation on the local aboriginal people.

Tonight we are camping on a local farm right on the edge of the Barwon River – Beds on the Barwon- only a few campers here and an enormous gang of kookaburras who have been chortling at us for the last half hour. Very tranquil spot – ot it will be once our feathered friends drop off to sleep.

View from our tent

We’re about to light a fire and settle in for the night, and enjoy our first campfire cooked meal for the trip.

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Camp fare

Day 5: Conquering Lightning Ridge

Lightning Ridge is a remote, quirky town packed with interesting characters all with a story to tell.  Over 85% of residents are born overseas and have come to try their luck with the opals. A bit like gambling most find nothing of note, some find dribs and drabs of ‘colour’ and a (very) few strike it rich – and those that do make millions.  LR is the only place in the world where black opals have been found and 1 Karat yields $10k, so opal fever is a real thing.

There was loads to see in our 1 full day here . We planned our mission carefully and tried to leave no stone unturned. This was made easier by the Shire’s self guided  ‘car door routes’- four  routes covering all the local attractions – art, mining, history and sunset, signified by spray painted car doors. Some took more finding than others but we managed it – photo evidence below.

Flat and dusty, the outskirts of town (or suburbs as they call them) are full of 50x50m ‘claims’ – no permanent dwellings are allowed on claims so those trying for opals generally live in makeshift dwellings over where they sink their shafts.

Bevan’s cactus garden- he came for opals in 1969 & decided he needed a garden which now spans a huge area. As the cacti reproduce they remove the ‘pups’ via an intricate process involving bedsheets, ts and electrical wire (no further detail revealed) and pot them up for sale/re-planting.
Look closely and you’ll see that Bevan is just a little bit cheeky
Yes I did go down the mine (and found my way out again)
These guys picking their way around the claims
This house made of bottles and rocks
This 1970s Italian immigrant hand built himself a castle over his mine- (not quite a temporary dwelling)
Lunatics open cut mine- the worlds richest opal mine until it was forcibly closed because it was so dangerous
A typical claim
Finished the day with a magical sunset
look closely in the clouds and you might spy a fallen USPresident!

Day 4: Dubbo to Lightning Ridge

Well, day 3 slipped by in an entirely  un-blogworthy way – with me spending the day in Dubbo library attending to some very historical (aka 37 years ago) work – a definitely a story for another day- however in Day 4 we’ve finally made our way to the gateway to the outback- so may the adventure begin!

Managed to roll out of Dubbo fed, watered and packed up at 8.30am, half an hour later than we had hoped but  half an hour earlier than we expected.

Our first red (ish) dirt of the trip

Then the search for coffee…  not that easy to come by in this neck of the woods. The information centre at Gilgandra offered up a great cup and we shared a table with an amazing couple Gen 3 of 5 generations of grain growers on 14000 acres in West Wyalong  (their kids and grandkids now run the farm).  Very interesting to hear the ins and outs of the industry and how it’s changed over the years. Coffee soon turned into an hour long convo before we continued our journey north. 

Our other stop was Walgett – a small historic town about an hour out of Lightning Ridge.  Many businesses were closed (not sure if that was just today or permanent, but grey nomads are clearly an important part of the economy.  Big farm equipment and quirky street art also featured.

Silo art tribute to Jimmy Little

Typo! They reversed the O and the M

Arrived in Lightning Ridge round 3.30 to a balmy 24 degrees- at last we’re in the land of T shirts.

We are staying in the local Big 4. Absolutely chockers (I guess because there aren’t any free camps within cooee) but pretty calm and with a bit of a vibe.  Ground here is solid clay, totally impervious to tent pegs – even drill in ones- so have ditched the awning.

Stanley the emu, made from an old VW towers over the entrance to Lightning Ridge

Have just been listening to two self professed ‘old Sheilas’ reciting bush poetry – a mix of old faves and hilarious poems they have written themselves ( their act is called ‘The pen is mightier than the vacuum cleaner’. – they perform here at 4.30 every night during winter and then do a ‘summer circuit’ down south. We will definitely go again tomorrow night.

settling in for the night

Day 2: To Dubbo

Had a fabulous nights sleep despite the sub-zero temperatures.  Thermals, doona,  wool  blanket and woolly  hats pulled down over our noses kept us cosy. 

Very hard to get out of bed into the cold (for one of us). Boys you might recognise mum and dads old wool blanket- works a treat!

We had a leisurely start, eating breaky in the sun waiting for the ice to melt on the tent.  First pack up for a while so took us nearly an hour to get on the road- we will need to lift our game in that department.

Hit about 30km of thick fog coming into Forbes- a real pea souper

Travelled to Dubbo via Forbes and Parkes.  Being a Sunday almost everything was closed but we did manage to find excellent coffee in Forbes and to enjoy a walk through the really pretty town  full of Gillie & Marc sculptures and heritage buildings.

Next stop Parkes and of course the mandatory visit to ‘The Dish’ which was actually quite mesmerising. Buzzing with electricity so we may well glow in the dark tonight.

Reminded me of a giant fascinator
Didn’t see this until we had been there quite a while, so hopefully no satellites fall out of the sky tonight.

Elvias also features prominently in Parkes but sadly we are here at the wrong time for the annual Elvis impersonator festival.- but maybe next year?

Arrived in Dubbo late afternoon (have booked 2 nights in the caravan park here).  Arrived right on wine o’clock so we were watched by many as we set up camp.  It’s a fairly quiet park but a bit noisier than last night.

Cool weather is setting in but the upside of being in a caravan park is we we have power so we may just ‘cheat’ with our little fan heater.

And we have lights

Day 0 to 1

Day zero: We got up bright  and early (yes really) and armed with pre-trip enthusiasm and a detailed packing/chore list we got to it. Then the knock at the door…….letting us know the gas pipes were being replaced in our street , the road would be closed and they needed to dig a pit on our nature strip. Fortunately the let us put our car on the street for packing, but the flip side of that was being dodged by a steady steam of bob cats and dump trucks. And we learned there’s nothing quite like the performance anxiety that goes with being watched by about 20 workers while you try to work out how the heck to strap a tyres and gerrys to you roof for the first time (and the second and third time by the time we got it right).

We fell into bed exhausted but with firm resolve to be on the road by 7am. and we were- at least by 8.06, so within coo -ee of our KPI.

A long leg today so we can do some exploring tomorrow. Breaky in Seymour (if you call scones with lashings of cream breaky) then with a sense of deja vu we pulled in to Strathmerton to consume our last pieces of fruit before the border. Then on to Jerrilderee, Narrandera (with note to self to visit there for longer some time), arriving in West Wyalong at about 4.30.

Determined not to be nabbed for contraband this time

We are staying at the Showgrounds. Very few people here and great facilities. A gorgeous sunset and clear skies which promise a cold night- we’ve been told it’s to expect  -1.  So currently hugging our soup bowls and wrapped in blankets. It will definitely be an early night for us.

Ready for anything Mother Nature brings

Day 6:Curtain Springs

Woke up early (at least somewhere in the world), said goodbye to our little tent haven and determined to leave no walk undone set off for the Kings Creek walk – the dry riverbed along the base of Kings Canyon.
It was a relatively short and easy walk but very beautiful with towering orange rock faces on either side and lush undergrowth thriving in the shade. A mix of beautiful ghost gums and various native shrubbery and grasses. Little pockets of wildflowers around the place.


Jolly swagman (aka David) stirring in the shade of a coolabah tree

After a quick refuel with coffee and toastiest we headed back towards Yulara aiming for Curtain Springs on the way. A largely uneventful drive except for helping out a tough old bird from Towoomba who had managed to get her car stuck in sand while doing a u turn at the entrance to the Red Centre Way. Fortunately no pushing/pulling required just some careful reversing/steering to get traction. She had hit a rock on the way in but all seemed to be ok to David (un) trained eye – he did look very knowledgeable as he lay on the ground in the dirt. I nodded a lot and provided encouragement.

Arrived at Curtain Springs just before 2. It’s in the middle of nowhere and quite quirky. after reading this sign we put our shirts back on quite quickly!

image Des: sign says “sex- now that I’ve got your attention, no shirt no service’

Like Kings Creek station it is a working station – a whopping 1 million acres that has diversified to include a paper mill in their old abbittoir and providing basic camping facilities and accomodation along with a general store and fuel. It was purchased by the family running it in the. 1950s. Pretty much every car/camper/caravan stops on their way through. David and I are staying in a very basic 70s style motel room, tiny and immaculately clean. Have been getting lots of attention from the 7 year old son of one of the workers who has very generously shared his whole life story – and everyone else’s – very cute.

Have checked out the dinner menu – as you’d expect steak features highly, so looking forward to a big nosh up -dinner served between 6 and 7 so we will have our appetites ready. And make su we have our shirts on!

Day 5: kings Canyon from ground and air

Awoke at 5am to our friendly (or not?) dingo family prowling and howling around our tent. Too squibby, or sensible to poke our heads out and see how many there were but I could discern at least 4 and it sounded like there were also pups in tow – either way they made quite a racket.

It was a freezing night so was hard to step out of our warm bed but we managed it and were breakfasted and heading to the canyon just a few minutes after sunrise.

Next big decision was which walk to do. After much examination of the routes and the relative difficulty warnings we decided on the south rim walk – rated as 4.8km moderate (sounded more like us than 6km extremely difficult in places). We will do the canyon floor walk tomorrow. Being a ‘rim’ walk the first 500m or so was pretty much straight up- a bit of scrambling involved and some narrow ledges but mostly one long rock staircase albeit uneven. It was another thing altogether coming down of course.

The climb was definitely worth it – with every new turn revealing another view, and there’s no doubt that when it comes to views, higher is better. David was in photography heaven – his only remit was no photos of me from behind as I scrambled over rocks.

Where, where, where, where’s Naomi? (image desc shows Naomi. Half hidden on rock face)
Image desc: shows stone steps leading up side of canyon with sheer drop
Image desc: sheer orange rock face looking down into canyon
Made it! (Image desc- Naomi hiking stick in hand looking gorgeous as usual standing at top of canyon)

After the walk and a quick lunch at the Thirsty Dingo Hotel (gotta love outback names) we managed to secure one impromptu spot on a helicopter flight over the canyon- David went due to his superior photography skills and my preference to keep my feet on the ground. It was over in just a few minutes but he did the pictures proud.

Image Des- aerial photo of large red desert with canyon ridge in the distance
Image desc: aerial view directly down on canyon

Dinner once again at the Kings Creek Station eatery, at 5 with all the others needing to dive back to camp before sunset.

Naomi disguised on steps of Kings Creek Station general store tucking into caeser salad

Day 4: Uluṟu to Kings Canyon

Said goodbye to both Ruth and Uluṟu this morning (at least for now) and started on the next leg of our adventure – to Kings Canyon.

We left Ayer’s Rock Resort at around 10.30 after inhaling one last ‘real’ coffee.  It was about a 300 km drive- on tarmac but narrow with few places to stop. 

We did find a place to pull over and photograph Mount Connor- yet another large table-like rock looming purple out of nowhere.

And of course we stopped for a brief roadside picnic. But otherwise it was full steam ahead.

The landscape was much more vegetated and undulating than we expected (we had expected uninterrupted red earth expanses). 

Arrived at Kings Creek station (beef & camel farm) around 2pm.  The station seems to be the gathering place for the whole region. The general store is the only one within 330k and the only fuel source.  

After checking in to our tented camp – beautiful canvas sided cabins with mesh sides to keep things cool- we set off on our first walk. Picked a shorty – 3.5km return to to Catherine Springs-as we had to be back to the general store for dinner and then back to our tent by sunset (rental cars are only insured to drive between sunrise and sunset here).

Dinner (at 5pm) was a chicken burger the size of Texas – decided I couldn’t go the camel burger when all its buddies were calling to me over the fence.

Am now sitting on the verandah of our tent with the sun gone down and a glass of red to ward off the looming cold listening to the howls of a pack of what we think are dingos. Definitely zipping the tent tonight.

Day 3: Kata Tjuṯa and a magical desert evening

No early sunrise, slept in and headed off on the dot of 9am to explore Kata Tjuṯa (formerly the Olga’s).

First glimpse of Karta Tjuta purple in the morning light

The ‘don’t risk your life’ sign was a bit off-putting but there’s safety in numbers and there were three of us so….

Took the falsely named ‘easier walk’ to the Waḻpa Gorge. A lot of mountain goating required but thankfully no ankle injuries- the hiking poles did their job.

A relatively easy, flat start- what could possibly go wrong?


Flush with success we went on to the supposedly harder Valley of the Winds walk which was a cinch – at least to the first  lookout- after seeing the steep rock face to the second we bailed.

Home for a quick regroup we put on all the clothes we owned – on top of r leach other- and off to the posh dinner (our one indulgence of the trip). Picked up from our hotel at 5. First stop was bubbles and canapés at the rock at sunset, followed by three course fine dining under the desert stars.  Menu included most of the wildlife Aus has to offer, infused with lemon myrtle, wattle-seed, saltbush and the like.

We were treated to live didgeridoo and a guided star gazing session.  But by far the most magical part of the night was walking through the field of lights- a light installation by Bruce Munro (British artist) which is literally an enormous field of 55,000 solar LED lights. Amazing!

Day 2: from sunrise to sunset

Day 2: from sunrise to sunset

Today was a 24,000+ step day.

Another 5.40 alarm this morning to join the procession out to the rock to watch the sunrise. Some of the most spectacular views were from the car on the way there- we had underestimated the time it would take us to get through the park gates etc.  But even with the sun almost up the rock was magnificent.- changing colour with each new ray of light.

Just to prove we were there

From there we struck an early start to the Ularu base walk.  When driving to the Mala carpark to the start off the walk we put our sun visas down to shield our eyes from the rising sun- only to have a MASSIVE spider drop in my lap. After not too much screaming we realised it was plastic! No doubt left by the very cheeky previous car renters!

EEK!

After brief CPR, two (N&D) set off on the base walk while the other (R) did the two waterhole walks. ironically we all ended up doing the same number of steps.

It was amazing getting up so close to the rock and definitely worth the 3.5 hour walk.

Amazing textures up close
I knew I had long legs in an alternate universe
This rock looked a bit like an elephants face
Bush fuschia- so delicate
You can’t really capture the scale of these sheer rock faces

Came back mid-afternoon to join the free didgeridoo lesson in the town square.. only males were allowed to actually play a didgeridoo due to cultural taboos but undeterred Ruth and I blurted our lips and managed to make a better sound than many of those that actually had a didgeridoo. 

Determined not to let a second of the day go to waste we did a quick turnaround and headed back to the rock for sunset.  We joined a cast of thousands all vying for prime position armed with cameras and tritrpods. Sadly the sun didn’t show her colours tonight but we had great photos nonetheless.

Some people will do anything to get a good view
We realised after the guy who took this photo was more interested in featuring his own camera equipment!
Honestly there’s no such thing as too many photos of this thing!

Finished the day once again with our baked potato all you can eat feast at the Outback hotel  with follow up dessert in the poolside restaurant at our hotel from the ridiculous to the sublime.

All in all another amazing day