Leaving Port Augusta heading West
you go for miles and miles
through nothing but miles and miles . . .
of desert country
occasionally to the South
there is a hump
a saline soak
scraggly sheoaks eek out a tenuous existence
in the over 300 miles, there are changes in the terrain
here we are coming into red dune country
low vegetation covers some of the elevated ground
while on the roadside we found a shaggy mane
of all things, shrivelled but miracle of miracles
here none the less in this inhospitable environment.
after a number of hours of driving
we arrived at, you asked for it,
the town of Andamooka
renowned for it's black opals
and a campfire at the observatory.
But that is another tale . . .
If I can make it next week,
we will finally be in Andamooka.