All too soon our quick taste of Kakadu was over and we turned southward toward home, although we wouldn’t be home for a couple of weeks yet.
Our next stop was the much anticipated (by me anyway) Bitter Springs where we were lucky enough to snag the last powered site, also within walking distance to the beautiful springs themselves.
When we arrived it was obvious that I wasn’t the only one looking forward to them! It was a popular spot to be but arriving fairly early the next day it was relatively quiet for a while anyway. Crystal clear warm water where the idea is you jump in one end and float gently down to the other stairs to climb out and then it is a short walk back to the entry point and you do it all again. We had come prepared with pool noodles and even Russell enjoyed it π
Whilst there we also visited Mataranka Hot Springs (thought Bitter Springs much better) and spent some time watching three brolgas, clearly locals, in the town park.
Our destination the next day was the infamous Daly Waters pub. This quirky collection of trash and treasure is a popular stop along the Stuart Highway and we had time to wander around the various ‘attractions’ before snagging a table for dinner and the very entertaining Steve Case who entertained us until well after dark.
We had a quick overnighter the next day at Banka Banka Station where a dusty 5km walk took us to a refreshing waterhole. We ended up rendering some first aid to a young lad who had a nasty gash on his foot which left the area looking like a murder scene. My hair tie secured the disposable nappy ‘bandage’ before they headed back for more extensive first aid π
The following day we discovered the fascinating Barrow Creek WW II free camp site.
During the Second World War Barrow Creek was used by the Australian Army as a staging camp for convoys of troops and supplies and there are still concrete slabs scattered about that formed the base of the structures that housed troops on their long march north. We found one in a very quiet spot and even had satellite reception to watch the footy in the afternoon.
Continuing south the next day, we finally saw ‘civilisation’ again when we reached Alice Springs and subsequently had a couple of nights to stock up on supplies, do some washing as well as catching up with my sister for dinner who randomly also happened to be in Alice.
The plan on leaving Alice Springs was to visit Tjoritja (the West MacDonnell Ranges) which we hadn’t gotten to on our previous visit to central Australia.
The weather forecast was looking grim and I was developing a sore throat on the morning we left so we detoured via the chemist for cold and flu meds just in case and headed off into what was to be the last of the sunshine for a couple of days.
We managed to cover Simpson’s Gap, Standley Chasm, and Ellery Creek Big Hole en route to our camp spot at Glen Helen Resort.
The next day I awoke to a raging sore throat, no voice (no doubt some people were happy π ) and miserable rainy weather. I ended up spending the day in bed sleeping on and off (whilst Russell read to his heart’s content LOL.) The following day both the weather and I were a bit better and with the intention of maximising our time here we took off for the vertigo inducing (for Russell at least) Serpentine Gorge hike and the nearby Ochre Pits.
The Ochre Pits were very important for the local Aranda people. Ochre is the raw material for paintings and ceremonial body decoration and the colours on display were absolutely stunning.
“Weapons were painted with ochre to increase the success of hunting and to protect the wooden weapons from termites. Red ochre was mixed into an ointment to relieve decongestion, and white ochre used as a magical charm…”
Next on the agenda was stunning Ormiston Gorge. We did quite a long walk here (made longer by me insisting we go down a trail which ended up at an impassable river crossing and involved a bit of adventurous trail blazing) and the views and birdlife especially were amazing.
As we drove back toward Alice Springs I had the feeling we were part of an Albert Namatjira painting.
Albert (“Elea”) was raised in the nearby Hermannsburg Lutheran mission and his western style landscapes of this very region and subsequent popularity led to him becoming the first Northern Territory aboriginal person to be granted full citizernship in 1957. I remember a print of his hung in my Primary School and seeing this landscape evoked memories of a time when almost every waiting room in the country had Namatjira hanging on the wall.
In retrospect we were very fortunate to have stayed at Glen Helen Resort, not long afterwards it closed down, citing insufficient water and saying the closure is ‘temporary.’ I hope a long term solution can be found as it is a wonderful location for those of us that aren’t build for ‘off road travel.”
An uneventful few days travel bought us back to Port Augusta where we overnighted at Debbie’s house and stocked up on firewood amongst other things, in preparedness for meeting Zoe and Tannika at Fowler’s Bay where it was now whale season.
We were super excited to see the Southern Right Whales that call Fowler’s Bay home when calving from May through until October. Unfortunately, not this year though π’
For reasons still unknown, the whale season this year has been markedly different to the ‘norm’ and far from the 20-30 whales that are commonly seen in the Bay at any given time, there have only been about half a dozen sightings of single whales for the whole season! We still went on the whale watching cruise though and saw some entertaining dolphins, Australian sea lions and the unique ‘swiss cheese’ looking coastline.
And that, my friends if you’re still with me, is all that I am going to share! We spent a few days fishing on the way home, nothing big enough to photograph π and then began heading home, not looking forward to cleaning 4 months worth of dust (red and otherwise) out of the motorhome.
Until next time…. thanks for reading π