| Thu
15 Jul 2004
We arrive
in the Alice. As we haven't seen a shopping centre
in a couple of months we spend some time browsing.
I
buy a new pair of steel-capped work boots, then we
drive back out of town to a spot near the airport.
For
some time I've been wearing my walking boots on a
daily basis, but they're expensive and it's wearing
them out for no good reason, hence the new steel caps.
Also,
the walking boots have laces and, as we don't wear
our outside shoes inside the truck, I'm constantly
tying and untying laces.
I've
always hated laces, partly because I'm lazy, and partly
because they get caught on the motorbike's gear lever.
The
work boots are lace free and they will become my day-to-day
footwear, until we pull the sandals out of mothballs
that is.
Fri
16 Jul
My dad's flying into the Alice today. Just before
his flight is due we ride around to the airport.
Even
out here the security is a lot tighter than it used
to be, and we have to pass through a metal detector
to get into the arrivals lounge.
I
offload my keys and loose change into a basket and
walk through.
Beepeepeepeep!
"Sorry
sir, you'll have to come back".
But
I've got nothing else...wait a minute...the bloody
steel caps in my new boots.
I
remove the boots, place them on the conveyor belt,
and try again.
No
problems, good thing I'm not wearing the holey socks.
Tue
20 Jul
We've spent the last few days with my dad doing
some general sight seeing.
Today
he leaves on the bus for Darwin, we see him off, do
some shopping, then camp just out of town.
We
have done a couple of the touristy things while my
dad was here, but by and large none of us are into
"seeing the sights" and we mostly spent
time catching up.
Fri
23 Jul
After spending a couple of days camped just out of
the Alice, we go back into town.
Chris
gets a stack of books from the St Vinnies store, I
get some new overalls to match the steel caps I bought
last week (I hope this doesn't mean I'm going to be
doing some work), and we buy a small amount of food.
We
also need some more fuel, both diesel and petrol.
Diesel is easy enough, we sussed out a bowser recently
at a Shell service station on Larapinta Drive. We
pull into the servo but the side I need is occupied
so I drive right through and sit, ready to reverse
up to the bowser.
Then
someone drives up behind the current occupant, at
this rate I'll never get to fill up.
Chris
jumps out to make sure nobody else queues up; she
finds out that the last que-jumper is a fire vehicle
on it's way to a fire just south of town. You'd think
they'd keep them topped up wouldn't you?
Eventually
I get to fill the right-hand tank. Now we think about
petrol.
NOTE:
When building Wothahellizat I kept one of the
truck's original petrol tanks, we use it for the
motorbikes and generator. I also kept the electric
fuel pump, and I use that to pump the petrol from
the tank.
The
forecourt's awning has a 4.1M clearance, according
to the sign. I ask the attendant if that's for real.
"Yep" he says.
It
looks a bit low, but it's difficult to pick 100mm
in 4M, so I'll believe the sign, to a point.
I
back up and drive up to the petrol bowsers, being
careful to only go as far under the awning as I have
to. I get out and look up, the truck has cleared the
sign easily, but is within about one inch of the main
steel beam that supports the awning, and the structure
gets lower ahead!.
I
fill up and go to pay, mentioning to the attendant
that there's no way the awning has a 4.1M clearance.
"Any one who drives through will have a problem"
I say. "Yeah, we had a bus hit once".
Thanks
for telling me before I drive under.
I
had no plans to drive through anyway, but the moral
of the story is "Don't trust nuthin' or nobody".
We
drive 7k out of town to John Flynn's grave, there
is a lot of burnout marks here, but we've camped here
before and it was OK.

Moon and clouds over our campsite. |
Later
in the evening some rowdy elements turn up, letting
off fireworks and drinking. They leave, but it's Friday,
and the night is still young, so we move further out
of town.
Before
long we pass the turnoff to Simpson's Gap, but the
park is closed at night so we drive another 100m and
turn down a side road. Within a few hundred yards
we spot place on the banks of a river. It's dark but
looks like a very pleasant spot.
Sat
24 Jul

A nearby mountain and ghost gum at dawn.

Our campsite on the banks of the creek.

The dry creek bed.
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It's
30 degrees today, luverly.
After
a midday snooze I walk up to the top of a nearby hill.
It's a bit of a slog, with some rock scrambling near
the top; the view is well worth it, but the light
is lousy at this time of day.
I'll
be back.
At
around 5PM I grab camera and tripod and trudge back
to the top of the hill. As the sun sets the light
improves.
I
wait until well after the sun has gone, then stumble
down the rocky slope in the near-dark.
It
should look pretty good in the dawn light as well...unfortunately.
As
we prepare dinner I notice some headlights in the
riverbed. It looks like someone is putting their sand-driving
skills to the test. As we watch it becomes clear that
they aren't doing very well. Although the engine is
revving quite a lot, the vehicle makes little progress.
Eventually
it grinds to a halt, and we see the occupants alight
and scavenge for branches to place under the wheels.
The
vehicle is a Landcruiser, there's no reason it should
have trouble on that sand, and I'm fairly sure I know
what their problem is.
I
wander over with a torch. "Have you let your
tyres down?" I ask, "No". I look at
the hubs, they're not locked. "How about your
hubs, are they engaged?", I knew the answer,
just wanted to see what he'd say. "Not yet".
Not
yet! That told me all I needed to know. The first
thing you do when approaching sand is engage your
hubs, the next thing is lower your tyre pressure.
They had done neither, and were defoliating the district
to get out of a bog.
They
thought they were in 4WD because the lever inside
indicated so.
I
explain that the vehicle should deal with this sand
without any problems, just engage the hubs, and if
that's not enough, lower the tyre pressure.
I
engage one hub and the driver does the other. He gets
back in, starts up, and drives straight out of the
hole.
Forgetting
to engage the hubs is a common enough event, even
for experienced off-road drivers. These guys were
inexperienced and didn't appear to know about locking
the hubs, still that's how we all learn.
They
drive out of the creek and head off along the road,
probably wondering who the strange bearded fellow
was who appeared from the darkness, talked about hubs
and tyres, then disappeared.
Sun
25 Jul
It's 5:30, freezing cold, and the alarm's buzzing.
This is why I said that it's "unfortunate"
that the view from the nearby hill will be nice in
the dawn light. I'm compelled to go and try to get
some good photos when I'd much rather stay in my warm
bed.
I
make the effort though, and after stumbling through
the pre-dawn darkness, I'm rewarded with some nice
photos.

The mountain at dawn. |
Later
in the afternoon I walk over to a ghost gum in middle
of the neighbouring field. As the sun sets I work
around the tree.

Different angles and light on the lone ghost
gum. |
Mon
26 Jul

It's amazing the variety of subjects one can
find in one area, all these photos were taken
from within a few metres of each other. |
Tue
27 Jul

Even in sparse Australia most land is
owned by someone.

Ghost gum looking particularly white against
the sky.

Dead tree and a rising moon.

A ledge used for shelter by rock wallabies.
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Thu
29 Jul
Finally we leave our spot near the creek and head
further west.
We've
heard of a rest area about another 60k into the mountains
and before long we pull into it.

Camping in the rest area. |
With
great views, about 1000 varieties of plants we haven't
seen before, and two amazing rock walls, this will
do for a couple of days.

Nearby rock wall at sunset...

and sunrise.
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Sun
1 Aug
Still here, that's in the rest area opposite Ryan's
Gap???. The wildflowers around here are fantastic,
and yesterday a tour operator said that they aren't
always this good. They only bloom like this after
a good rain, and around here they only get a good
rain every 4 or 5 years.
There's
not the carpet of flowers that you get in some parts
of the world though, in fact a casual glance over
the landscape will hardly reveal a single flower.
But
if you get down close to the ground there's little
coloured surprises everywhere.
After
four days we're still discovering "new"
plants.
Mon
2 Aug
You wouldn't believe it but I'm actually in danger
of running out of film, or at least CDs which is the
digital equivalent.
Add
to this the need for some more Tandoori spice, and
a general need to get an email fix, and we decide
to go back into town for the day.
Alice
is still the same as we pull into the main street.
It's a nice enough place as towns go, but that's it's
problem, it's a town.
We
buy up and bugger off, eventually camping in a gravel
pit about 50k from town.

A moth comes out of hiding for the night.

Even a diseased leaf can have some nice
colours.
|
Tue
3 Aug
After a brief stop at Glen Helen to watch the helicopter
we continue along the corrugated road to Redbank Gorge.

Taking the helicopter flight around the Glen
Helen gorge. |
On
arrival we set up camp in one of the official campgrounds,
of which there's two.
The
first is larger and we stay there, but the second
has better views, a fact we don't find out until later.

Our campsite at Redbank Gorge. |
Wed
4 Aug
Chris and I ride up to the gorge to check it out.
There's a short (about 1k) walk along the creek to
the pool and cliffs at the end. You can swim here,
but the water is freezing and the shallows are full
of dead fish.
Apparently
the fish die because the water is so cold that algae
grows in their gills.
Apart
from the dead fish it's a very pleasant walk.
We
ride back to the truck for lunch, then I return to
the gorge with my camera.

A white necked heron fishing in the drying
creek.

Wildflower on the side of the track.
Dead and drying nardoo plants form a nice
pattern.
|
Thu
5 Aug
"Come and have a look at this flower" says
Chris. I grumble a bit, get out of bed, grab the camera
and follow her across the campground.
Two
hours and 150 photos later we return to the truck.

New growth and an acacia seed pod.

Tiny spider with a fishnet-like net.

Hairy caterpillar crawls over a kangaroo
poo.
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That's
the sort of thing that happens around here. There's
so much interesting insect and plant life it seems
that every time you look down you see a great-looking
wildflower or caterpillar.
Even
as we return she spots some weird little bugs on a
branch right next to the truck.

Weird bugs on a leaf.

Moth rests on the back of a canvas chair.
That's a serious set of antenna there.
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We
had planned to return to the gorge but decide it's
too late, and elect to wander around the camp area
instead.
Hairy caterpillar on leaf.

Tiny insect hitches a ride on a caterpillar.

Wildflowers near our campsite.
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Fri
6 Aug
Today we're going to spend the morning in the gorge
so at about 9 we climb on the bike and make the, now
familiar, 2.5k trip.

Two views of Redbank gorge. |
Just
as I finish taking the above photo I hear a flurry
of wings. Looking up I see two birds fighting high
above the gorge. They tumble out of sight behind the
cliff, there's a splash, and a single bird flies off.
Obviously
the loser has hit the deck. As the winner was a hawk
I assume the other bird was one as well, and with
visions of the swimming eagle I saw in the Tarkine
I rush to the pool.
The
bird is there all right, but it's a cormorant and
therefore quite happy in the water. It's swimming
around in circles, looking up, presumably to see if
it's safe to take to the air.

After losing a fight with a kite this cormorant
seeks refuge in the pool. |
After
a while it swims over to the rock right in front of
us and climbs out to dry its feathers.

Eventually the cormorant climbs onto the rocks
to dry its wings. |
It's
obviously very agitated and constantly searches the
sky.
Eventually
it flys to a nearby rock ledge.

A spider hunting in the mud and a very
diseased gum leaf.

A nardoo plant floating on the pool surface.

Native thornapple seed pod.
|
Sat
7 Aug

Daisies growing on the gorge wall.

Cute little hairy spider on the gorge's
quartzite rocks.

At around noon the gorge lights ups.

Some kind of insect eggs on the gorge
wall.

The reflected rock walls take on a coppery
hue.

Amazing colours in the quartzite gorge
walls.

Black footed rock wallaby with a Joey
in her pouch.
|
Sun
8 Aug
Back into the gorge today with a view to taking a
couple more panorama photos. However by the time we've
photographed some plants and bugs, and chatted to
some people I know from Canberra, (it's a small world
as they say) the light has gone.
Well
it hadn't actually "gone", but it was no
good for the shots I had in mind. Nevertheless we
found plenty of material in the coloured rocks.
We
feel that this is the best time of day here because
it's quite and cool. It seems that the wallabies agree,
as this is the second day in a row that they've appeared
right in front of us.
They're
a little wary, constantly looking in our direction,
but content enough to feed and approach to within
a few metres.

This cute little rock wallaby hides behind
a rock, occasionally peering over the
top.

Hole in a river gum trunk.
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Mon
9 Aug
Once again we spend the day in the gorge, and once
again we find plants and wildlife we haven't seen
before.

More great colours in the rocks.

A dead nardoo and aquatic insect.

A live bee drinking from the damp moss
on the creek edge.

Unusual fern high up on the gorge wall.

Insect hides for the day on a thornapple
seed pod.
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Chris
climbs up the cliffs near the water hole and yells
for me to follow. She's found some spiders.


The gorge walls are alive with spiders. |
Chris
used to hate spiders, but since we photographed the
cute hairy one the other day she's changed her opinion.
Now she goes looking for them.

The creek disappears into the gorge, with
a wet suit (water is very cold) you can
explore 16 more pools up the creek.

The white necked heron fishing.

Wildflower on the end of a long thin stalk.
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Next
Issue
We spend more time in the gorges of the West MacDonnells,
until we're all gorged out.
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