Friday, 29 March 2013

Itching to leave Port Lincoln



So another week without Josh had come around quickly. Port Lincoln is quite a big seaside town with a surfy small town feel. The weather was not looking good for the week in-fact we had four seasons in one day most days of the week.

There was not a whole lot to do around Port Lincoln, we rode our bikes into town, had a few shopping expeditions, visited an animal park with some strange but interesting animals and completed our school work.



 

Oscar, and Rubes in particular got a very nasty case of sea lice. Ruby was up for a few nights, a visit to the doctor confirming that I was doing everything I could, a few bottles later of Phenergan, clean out of beds, washing of sheets and they are still with us and bothering her slightly still.
The kids were happy to play with the kids they had met in the Flinders Ranges for a few days before they too were on their way. Luckily, there were some more kids to play with for the week. 

A couple of very windy nights and thoughts of moving into a hotel whilst Josh was away did enter my thoughts. Particularly when the lady next door to me got robbed in the middle of the night by men who came into her caravan and stole her handbag.

Let’s just say we were happy to have Josh home.

Happy to be leaving with Josh in tow, we headed for Coffin Bay National Park.

 

 

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Opal Fever in Coober Pedy



So, onto Port Augusta we drove. It was once again a hot, long drive, but the kids continue to amaze us by not complaining and just enjoying each other, their movies and the interesting and somewhat tacky music which is often played by DJ Jeremy. A couple of nights in Port Augusta allowed us to visit a fantastic Indigenous Interpretation Centre called Wadlata Outback Centre. It was not only very impressive visually, but was a great place for the kids to gain a small insight into Aboriginal Dreamtime, the geology of the South Australian mountain ranges and the first explorers of the area. It was really a wonderful place to visit and has won many awards for its uniqueness.
After a swim with the locals in the river and a jump of the jetty (Rubes and I somewhat apprehensive to jump) it was off to Coober Pedy the following day.

With the blink of an eye we had already passed Woomera and on the long 540km drive to Coober Pedy. Thank goodness the detention centre no longer exists out there. The area is barren, the road is flat with nothing but dried out river beds full of salt and the odd homestead 100 km down the road. No wonder they blasted a rocket out there. We were quite excited about our stay in Coober Pedy, as we had left the caravan behind and were staying in the very upmarket Desert Cave Hotel.


 


Driving into Coober Pedy there was a feeling of Opal fever coming from the back seat. It was Oscar. He was there to make his fortune.

Coober Pedy is a strange, interesting and somewhat depressing place as well. There seem to be a lot of very eccentric people who live there and it seems like you need to be slightly mad as well. Take for instance the guy who cares for orphaned kangaroos that we met, feeds them Wasabi peas and Twisties and wonders why some of them don’t want to sleep outside. Go figure??  Oscar and Ruby were not quite sure whether they remember mum telling them that this junk food was their staple diet???? Or, perhaps the junkies outside the chemist waiting for their Methadone fi x for the day.  All a bit strange really.


Nonetheless, we visited some very interesting museums and particularly enjoyed the Old Timers Mine where we did a self -guided tour. The mine was a very clever recreation of a miner’s life and although not an active mine today, there is still evidence of large amounts of opal present in the mine, now converted into a museum.  The kids enjoyed “noodling”, the word they give to fossicking through left over miner’s rubble. Oscar, once again confident that he was going to make his fortune.  

 

The landscape around Coober Pedy is very unique. Lunar in appearance, with miner’s claims dotted around, signs warning of danger and abandoned machinery, form the perfect backdrop for a movie. It’s no wonder Mad Max was filmed out there.  
An “interesting” visit, one which we put down to another opportunity to see how other people live within Australia. As we left the hotel we decided to let reception know that Oscar had been bitten by some kind of small bed bug all over his body. Not really expecting anything in return, just more to let them know. Unfortunate for Oscar, but lucky for us they rang us a day later to see how he was and offer us a reimbursement of our stay. Thank you very much!
On a 40 degree day we made our way back to Port Augusta only to find the pool was closed at the caravan park and they were doing road work right outside our caravan. The next day we pulled out.
A beautiful drive along the Eyre Peninsular took us to Lipson Cove.  A free camping area on the beach, with only a toilet and a beautiful view.  Just what we needed! There were only a few caravans that had pulled in so it was lovely to be in a more remote area. Although it was slightly windy and overcast, it didn’t stop the dolphins frolicking in the water nor the abundance of sea birds that have made Lipson Conservation Park their home. We spent 4 nights relaxing, playing on the beach, homework and a visit into the local town Tumby Bay. There were also, if I remember correctly a number of bottles of wine drunk as well. We were all very ready though for a hot shower and clean clothes when we left (Josh especially).

Although the kids didn’t know it, this was to be the beach they were to pick up a nasty case of sea lice, now causing havoc with their bodies, in particular poor Rubes.
The Eyre Peninsular is known as the seafood capital of South Australia. So far however, we are yet to indulge and hope that our time in Port Lincoln will prove true to its name.
 
 

 

Sunday, 10 March 2013

Fabulous Flinders



Sunday, and from Kangaroo Island our journey continued northward. After the morning’s reverse digestive activity, and their feet on solid ground, the children’s bellies began asking for sustenance. So we picked up the van which had been in storage for the week and planned our lunch outing. Only problem was our fridge had gone off, with all our frozen food well thawed and the remainder of it’s content somewhat on the nose. To add insult to injury, we had a nail in one of the van tyres that needed repair. Once we had cleaned up the fridge and fixed the tyre, it was onto Subway and some air conditioning to recharge, before a long car trip. 

We decided to get to as close to the Flinders Ranges as we could and drove until we had all had enough. Port Wakefield was as far as we could manage, nearly 100km north of Adelaide. Thankfully after a long hot drive, we very pleased to cool off in a small salt water swimming hole, right in front of the van park.

We set off early the following morning for the Ranges via Port Augusta to stock up on supplies. Leaving the tip of the Spencer Gulf, we began our ascent into the Ranges which, since mid-morning, had lay to our east. Once we reached Quorn, the road had flattened out but the Flinders surrounded us to both the east and west. The landscape was scattered with stone ruins, the remains of early settlement history, emus, roos and sheep. We were driving into a strong northerly head wind which hampered our progress, but which made for impressive air currents upon which enormous wedge tail eagles soared over the landscape. Trace spotted a wedgie on a fence post by the road side that must have stood a metre high. 

Our destination was Wilpena Pound, all via sealed road. As we approached, the rugged bluffs of the Pound towered over the surrounding land which was surprisingly green with vegetation and dominated by thick pockets of white cypress pines. With the afternoon light throwing warm light on the rocky mountains, we arrived out our camp surrounded by pines and the walls of the Pound. We were impressed not only with the stunning scenery, but also with our campsite, which was pleasantly quiet.

During the first night, the rain came down and down - not what we expected. By morning it had ceased and although a little humid, the cloud cover made it comfortable and perfect for a morning walk. We drove to place called Sacred Canyon, where a collection of Aboriginal engravings were easily accessible by foot. Jem was our self-proclaimed guide through the Canyon and was a wealth of local knowledge on the landscape, geology and also the aboriginal significance of the site. He claimed to have previously guided none other than One Direction and Justin Bieber through the Canyon. We tipped him handsomely for his excellent service.  


The afternoon was spent mainly doing school work. Always a pleasure! 

Day 2 at Wilpena started in a similar way, this time with a walk up to some Aboriginal rock paintings up the lower slopes to just under one of the large bluffs on the outer perimeter of Wilpena Pound. The walk was up the slopes was blessed with a generous cover of flora - very pretty. The paintings were well preserved and quite impressive. 







The kids had met another 3 kids of similar ages from Melbourne who were also traveling around Oz in a caravan. So after more school work in the afternoon the kids played most of the afternoon. Before dinner we took a stroll around environs of the campsite and Trace spotted our first echidna, followed by a second seen by Ruby. Both were wandering in a dry creek bed looking for their evening meal. A real treat for all of us.





By the evening the clouds had cleared and, given the moon was rising only in the early hours of the morning, the kids suggested a bit of star gazing from the roof of the Beast (aka our Landcruiser). We all climbed up and were spoilt with the clearest skies imaginable. Just to the north of Wilpena are located some observatories for the very reason of the near perfect extraterrestrial viewing conditions - a clear atmosphere and almost no light pollution. We spotted, what we thought, was a satellite moving across the night sky and also a shooting star - claimed by Oscar to be very good luck.

Another morning in Wilpena was spent inside walking to a lookout inside the Pound - different and once again very pretty. Once again the kids were content to play with a few children the same age experiencing similar things to them and we didn’t see much of them for the afternoon, so Trace and I got planning what the next few days had in store for us. 

Thursday we headed further north to the historical town of Blinman (population 18) for a tour of the, long dormant, copper mine. Work had started in 1851 and ceased in 1907. The mine was predominantly worked by Cornish migrants, with mining in the blood. The tour proved very enlightening, and Jem was particularly chuffed with having to don a hard hat and head light. Oscar, Ruby AND Tracey found it also amusing, when one of the old timers who was on our tour let off a long and rumbling fart which kept them laughing for some time (so immature, but very funny)The mine had shafts up to 167m underground where, apparently, upon recent surveying, all mining equipment still lay as if it had been downed only yesterday. Unfortunately, we were unable to go down to these depths due to health and safety restrictions, but we did get far enough down to appreciate the dangers and harsh conditions that the miners faced on a daily basis. 




Following a lunch of homemade beef pies a the general store in Blinman, we took an unsealed road to Parachilna through several gorges and some of the most impressive Flinders scenery that we had come across so far. Dry creek beds, rugged ridge lines and beautiful vistas. 



We shot out the other west side of the Ranges hungry for more. So our intention to return to Port Augusta that day was shot. I knew that we needed to go back in for another day. After a cool drink at the Prairie Hotel in Parachilna and some local advice about some more scenic drives and a nearby livestock station where we could stay the night, we hurtled down the road before dusk and roos on the road to Merna Mora Station. 


We took a 5 hour loop drive on some unsealed and 4WD tracks back into the Ranges and we were not disappointed. A lunch picnic within Brachina Gorge in the dry creek bed topped off a fantastic day through some spectacular scenery made me reaffirmed that the Flinders is a must see for anyone coming to SA for a visit. Port Augusta seems rather plain in comparison, but a trip to Coober Pedy and a stay in an underground hotel commencing tomorrow is sure to be some fun.