Today's itinerary.Much like Uluru, Mount Augustus is encircled by a road, albeit unsealed and not in too great a shape. It has a few turn-offs towards the mountain, each for its own tourist destination.
The road around the mountain.I set my eyes on the Ooramboo Trail first. Nothing too spectacular: just scrub and rocks and quiet morning sun around, along with some Aboriginal wall drawings which I'm not really a huge fan of.
Aboriginal drawings.Next stop is the Flintstone Rock, which looks a bit more scenic. Another dry creek bed takes me to the Rock itself; not sure if it is indeed made of flintstone, but on its underside it has some Aboriginal drawings, so that's a start.
Mount Augustus at dawn.
Rocks and puddles.
The Flintstone Rock, unintentionally unfocused.I head back to the circular road that soon comes to an end. And so, coincidentally, ends my sightseeing list for the whole trip: this park was the last of the four in the Pilbara region that I wanted to visit. A long journey home awaits me now. I could do a hike up the mountain itself, of course, but I decide I'm not in that kind of mood now.
Last glimpse at the mountain.The dirt road that takes me further south is a bit so-so, but as soon as I enter the Meekatharra Shire, it improves dramatically. I can do a full 110 on it, looking at the arid Gascoyne scenery rushing past my windows.
The local harsh environment.
Another bitumen-like plain.
Mount Gould.Finally a sealed road begins, and shortly afterwards it leads me to Meekatharra itself—or simply Meeka, as locals call it affectionately. There is a lookout next to the town, but the view isn't too spectacular: a few mines, a few tractors, a few houses in the distance.
Busted tyres are not an uncommon sight on the road.
A mining dwelling just outside Meekatharra.After Meeka I enter the Goldfields Highway, which contains my last bits of dirt driving for the journey; it's all sealed roads henceforth until Adelaide.
On my way to Wiluna.
More gibber country.At the outskirts of Wiluna I'm stopped by police for a breath test: talk about random encounters. I help them out, and another hour of driving later I reach my destination: a rest stop away from the highway. No mobile coverage, but there's another camper nearby that compensates for the lack of civilization. The only drawback of this place is a fair bit of loose rock on the ground: going to give me a rough night's sleep, that's for sure.