After leaving Wilpena pound on Monday morning we headed north through Blinman - a very cute outback town with an artsy cafe and proper food. We'd just eaten mounds of pancakes with our Canadian imported maple syrup, so just had icypoles on the side of the road. What a waste of the last good food opportunity! Heading west through to Parachilna was spectacular gorges that made us feel a bit dizzy with all that angled rock. Then nothing. The start of the big flat nothing. The boys asked if we could turn around and go back to Melbourne (but via the Mulwala mini golf on the Murray river first..). We told them they had to trust us, that it would be worth forging ahead..
Our plan to camp in the bush - a creek bed on the side of the road somewhere near Marree - went horribly wrong as I was attacked by a thousand biting ants that Matt had just stirred up. We scurried back to the town camp ground with the stench of Formic acid filling the car (apologies to those who only wanted the romanticised version of events..). Putting up the tent in 15knot wind and cooking dinner before dark was a bit "challenging", but the reward of an eerily still, big-sky sunset was sweet.
(photos not in order for some strange reason..)
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