OUR WORLD - More of the Amazing Sunrise Light

Continuing from last Friday's SkyWatch, here is a little more of 

the same sunrise light turning the rocks red.

This is just a little sample of the rocky road and here it had been 

graded since  the great rains that had all the creeks rushing and

locking down all roads to and from Arkaroola Village.

As usual, the brightest red was on the rocks supporting solar cells

and satellite dish. Ah well, only Allah is perfect . . .

I saw the light turning the hills over the ridge a bright gold but

try as I might to scramble up the hill to a vantage point, I only

managed to catch a tiny glimpse of it.

The road ahead still had some of the sunrise red but

look back and the magic seems gone. There will be more of the 

glory in Friday's SkyWatch.

For those of you who commiserated with my two flat tyres, my

guardian angel stood by for both. The first one at Wirrealpa station 

went down over night and the boys there fixed it for us. We ourselves 

had no hope of even changing it as the oil had leaked out of our jack

and it was rendered useless. The second tyre expired as we were 

checking in at Arkaroola and luckily they had a compatible tyre and 

another arriving the next day. I had both damaged tyres replaced, just to 

be on the safe side, so it was mainly the $800.00 that was the painful bit.

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OUR WORLD - Ever northward, Wirrealpa to Arkaroola

After two nice station-hands repaired one of our tyres, we were

off north, crossing scores of creek beds with rough and tumble

stones and doing our best not to tread on the feet of magnificent

River Redgums.

The only road, a hundred plus many miles of rough as guts dirt 

roads, creek crossings and floodways was east of the ranges with 

tantalising glimpses of the hills and huge, wide open skies.

An occasional glimpse of a flower as we got into the foothills.

The countryside had a lush cover of vegetation so unlike the normal

look of these dry ranges.

A young camel was quite a surprise to see, just a a teenager taking

 a rest in the afternoon heat

and here is the next generation, with mom and dad being very 

protective and sending junior to hide over the crest and behind them.

At last, Griselda hill at Arkaroola where I hope to get to see and

photograph some birds of the region.

We checked in, booked a table for dinner and . . . discovered we had  

another flat tyre!

Sequel to follow . . .