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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

The Precipice

Our last stop before heading into civilisation, was Kings Canyon, where we did the Rim Walk on a cold, foggy morning. There were lots of interesting rock formations though, albeit on a smaller scale, and lots of glorious red sandstone.

Canyon Rim Walk

Actually, much of it looks to me like a mini version of the Bungle Bungles in Western Australia, except this one is much more accessible.

Canyon Rim Walk

Left Out

Not a lot of people know that there’s a third much forgotten monolith after Uluru and Kata Tjuta – Mount Conner. Our tour guide nicknamed it Fooluru since tourists often mistaken it for the other rock – at least from a distance.

Funnily enough, the local Aboriginals tend to give this rock a bit of a miss, too. It’s a place of bad vibes, apparently. It’s also on private land so there’s nary a tourist facility in sight aside from a roadside lookout.

Mt Conner

Valley of the Winds

I got a closer look at the domes of Kata Tjuta later in the morning on the Valley of the Winds walk. It was a wonderful walk that wound its way in and around the domes, giving a really good perspective of their sheer size. At that time of the morning the walk was also very quiet. I liked having the track almost to myself doing a real bushwalk, unlike the Uluru walks.

Valley of the Winds walk Valley of the Winds walk
Valley of the Winds walk Valley of the Winds walk

There were a few winter flowers out, but like everything in the Territory, they were variations from what we have down south.

Valley of the Winds walk Valley of the Winds walk Valley of the Winds walk

In the end this was probably my favourite walk in the Red Centre. It was a place that really exceeded my expectations because it’s simply a very beautiful and awe-inspiring place that still managed to feel wild and remote.

Valley of the Winds walk