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 . . .