Distance covered: 715 km.Did you know that Anna Creek Station, the largest of its kind in Australia, is bigger than Israel? Just think about it. An area of land as big as a country, just for your cows. You have probably never even seen a lot of your own property in person. Hell, there are probably places that no one has ever seen so far, except for your cows. And maybe not even them.
The day begins splendidly.The morning is cloudy, and distant curtains of rain are even seen here and there in the distance, amidst the undulating country that surrounds Adelaide. Perfect opportunity for some wide-angle photography.
Love these rain curtains.
Love the windmills, too.
Isn't the sky just gorgeous?The day clears up slowly as I drive further north. The Gulf begins to loom in the distance: that's the last of the sea water I'm going to see for the rest of the trip.
Some travel by land, some travel by sea.Time to turn towards the Flinders Ranges. And here they are, looming in the distance instead of the sea! Always a delight to see them. Means the outback's getting closer.
The road is winding on.
The terrain gets rockier.The farmer's life is tough in these areas. It gets too arid too fast as you go further north, and farms become replaced by cattle stations very fast, too.
The rocky farmlands.
The lines in the dirt.I make a lunch stop at the Surveyor’s Mark – a very picturesque place near the highway with a perfect view of Flinders Ranges. It’s quite nice to have a meal with no one around but sun, wind and majestic scenery. Light changes quickly with all these patchy clouds covering the sky, but I still manage to make a few decent shots of the ranges and the surrounding area. Love those layered ancient hills.
The Mount Aleck in the distance.
The layered rocks of the Flinders.
The vegetation is scarce.
Mount Aleck from a different angle.On my way northwards I check the Fuel Map app and see that the cheapest fuel appears to be in the town called Copley. Both servos turned out to be closed, though. Must be public holiday. Oh well. Looks like Copley isn’t getting any money from me this time around.
The last of the Ranges before I hit the deserts.At 2:30 I reach Lyndhurst, where I finally refuel. As it turns out, you can pay for it by card with no assistance from the roadhouse now; but it’s a bit of a disappointment when I want to treat myself with an ice cream and they don’t have any. Oh well.
The scenery changes.
The bitumen ends.The road from Lyndhurst to Marree is not sealed (for the most part), but is of very good quality: I probably shouldn’t have even aired down for it. Northwards of Marree, though, is a different story. From the Oodnadatta Track I take a turn north towards the Muloorina Station, and the road is quite good as well; but as soon as I pass it and drive further, towards Lake Eyre, it deteriorates rapidly. The country around me changes to yellow sandy dunes, and the road is sandy as well, and unbelievably corrugated: the worst possible combo!
The corrugations are just outrageous.
And it only gets worse.Still, at around 5:20 in the evening I finally reach the parking space next to the Lake Eyre. One hell of a bumpy ride for just one information board and a lookout where you’re not even allowed to camp! The surrounding views are totally worth it, though. The famous Lake, the largest in Australia, is vast and silent and flat as a biscuit. No one around for many miles... which is about 40 km in this case.
Approaching the Lake.
The day is ending fast.
The waterless lake.As usual, this absolute solitude is a bit spooky. Trying not to think about the fact that I still don’t have a sat phone, a HF radio, or even a personal emergency beacon, I take out the tripod and commence my photography hijinks. Those cool sunset pictures ain't gonna take themselves!
The surrounding dunes are pretty cool, too.
Sun sets over Lake Eyre.Tyre tracks on the surface of the lake surprise me. It’s extremely dangerous to drive here; the thick, salty crust only appears to be rock solid, but it’s quite moist underneath – even at this dry time of the year. Easiest way to get yourself bogged in the middle of the desert. I wonder how this place looks when it does have water, which only happens a few times a century. Must be a spectacular sight of its own.
Someone couldn't find a better place to practice their driving skills.It is so incredibly silent and beautiful around – if this dry, harsh and terse beauty of Australian desert is your kind of thing. The sun sets quickly, and the waxing moon takes over, and the vast dune plains are barely visible in its ghostly pale light, and there’s not a sound to be heard all around me, except for the wind in the desiccated twigs. I know that camping is not allowed here, but I’m not really camping here, am I? I’m just making some photographs and then sleep in my car. No tents, no fires, no beer cans – I'm a pretty boring camper when I'm on my own!
The stars of the desert.
My car is resting, and so am I.