It doesn’t seem that long ago that we were in Coober Pedy waiting for that part to arrive. Waiting for 9 days. And now look. We’ve made it through the opal fields, through the desert, flew over Lake Eyre, wandered around the Flinder’s Ranges and here we are, back in Port Augusta.
The caravan has been washed inside ( finally ) and out. The mud has been washed away from the car. And tomorrow we re-stock the larder for the next leg of our journey.
Heading over to the Nullabour Plains, we’ll cover more scrub, more paddocks of dry grass, a few more ruins, and then the great Nullabour itself.
These past two weeks have been great. I really loved the Flinder’s Ranges and could have stayed there a bit more, but with limited time now, we needed to be on our way. We discussed that this was something to see again, and we’ve thought about coming back on the Canning Stock route trip. (2010) So with that thought in mind, we pulled into Port Augusta today.
The sun finally made a showing today as well. But with the sun, came the cold winds, coming up from the Antarctic. The temperatures falling to around 10C/52F at night. As it’s only autumn at the moment, it makes me realize that winter is on it’s way and we’ll be heading further south. The flannel sheets have come out, along with the heavy doona, and the heater. But somehow, I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared for what’s about to hit us.
Today as we came in to Port Augusta, we saw some Corellas. There must have been close to 1000 birds. Flying low in a waving path across the hills. It was the most unusual thing I’ve seen in a long time.
If you look closely, you’ll notice that the birds in the background are moving in a pattern as they fly very close to the ground heading over the hills. Most unusual.
Anyway, it’s getting late in the evening and we’ve a big day ahead, so I’ll bid you adieu.
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