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
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 . . .