Running Waters – Part 4

We slept in swags all week at Running Waters. Yes, I was tent-less. Swag camping is a common thing in Central Australia where rain isn’t usually a problem much of the time. Here’s what my swag set up looked like.

Swag camping

The swags were made of canvas, are king single sized, and inside was a full bed set-up – pillow, mattress, sheets, blankets, even a doona. So yes, it was rather cosy in there, and with a hot water bottle, I was very snug.

Swag camping

The advantage of being in a swag is that you have the moon and stars for company every night. I found waking up with the galaxy above me very soothing. And of course I’m there to witness the beautiful sunrises every morning.

Early Morning

Early Morning

I saw the colours change minute by minute in not just the sky, but the trees and cliff too. It was magic every morning.

Early Morning

Early Morning

Running Waters – Part 3

A series of water holes separate the camp site from the cliff face. It was our source of fresh water, and made for a freezing refreshing dip in the afternoon. By the water were boulders of various kinds, pebbles, sand, grasses, and logs from past storms.

Running Waters

Running Waters

The reflections on the water were delightful, particularly those of the trees.

Early Morning

They were particularly beautiful in the early morning when all was calm.

Early Morning

Early Morning

Running Waters – Part 2

The trees at Running Waters were eucalypts of course, but very different ones to the ones found in the east. On the sand flats are the river red gums – red because of the colour of its sap. Here is a magnificent specimen.

Running Waters

They tended to grow in strands so there was plenty of shade by the water hole.

Running Waters

On the rocky escarpment were the ghost gums. They grew more singularly.

Running Waters

Sometimes they grew in the most unlikely places, like half-way up the cliff-face.

Running Waters

Running Waters – Part 1

Our destination, and home for the week, was Running Waters. It’s a series of permanent waterholes on the ancient Finke River. It’s at the edge of the large Henbury pastoral station, almost on the boundary with Finke Gorge National Park. I had visited Palm Valley last time, but this was something very different.

Running Waters

The rocks of the escarpment were a highlight. Because we were camped beside it for a week, we saw all manner of light play upon it. This was later in the afternoon on our first evening.

Running Waters

Into the Bush

The next day I started my camp experience. I was picked up by Deb and Charlie, who ran Larpinta Creative Camps, and after a quick run-around to collect the other participants (there were only 5 of us), we headed down the Stuart Highway. It was 130km of bitumen highway, then 50km of all-weather unsealed road, then 50km of 4WD track.

On the way to Running Waters

We stopped for lunch in desert oak country, and the sand here was bright, bright red.

On the way to Running Waters

Desert oaks are interesting trees as the juvenile (the punked up version on the left) looks nothing like the mature (the big tree on the right). It’s lean in its youth as it needs all its energy to shoot roots far downwards into the water table.

On the way to Running Waters

There was the letting down of tyres, since the going was going to get tougher.

On the way to Running Waters

I was impressed that the vehicle was named after one of my favourite mega-fauna, the diprotodon.

On the way to Running Waters

After lunch the road became a track.

On the way to Running Waters

Soon the escarpments appeared. We were almost at Running Waters.

On the way to Running Waters

Alice Springs Beanie Festival

I’m back from my trip to Central Australia and I’ll be blogging all about it in the next few weeks. Upon landing, I immediately made my way to the Alice Springs Beanie Festival. It’s an annual winter event in Alice that’s dedicated to knitting, crochet, beanies, and other crafts. It’s the one event where you look out-of-place without a silly hat.

Beanie Festival

There were a range of workshops available, and many industrious people of all ages were about doing their thing.

Beanie Festival

There were thousands of beanies for sale, knitted by people from all corners of Australia (I bought a few), and the best were displayed in an exhibition at the art gallery.

Beanie Festival

It’s quite amazing what one can make out of wool. Pigs, people, kookaburras…

Beanie Festival

Even a frill-necked lizard. Now you wouldn’t like to meet that in a dark alley.

Beanie Festival

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