Today's journey.The morning of the Christmas Eve finds me deep in the mallee that surrounds our camping spot, where I try to find interesting compositions with the outback vegetation and the rising sun. Nothing particularly interesting eventuates, but that's fine: you win some, you lose some.
The scrubland awakens.
The moon says goodbye.On my way back to the park entrance I stop near the Vigars Well to walk some more amongst the yellow sand dunes. It's getting hot very quickly, so I don't spend a lot of time there: just enough to take a few snaps of my tiny Christmas tree, which I brought with me for just the occasion. Gotta celebrate this thing in some way, am I right?
Ho, ho, ho!
The native vegetation still looks better, I think.
Evidence of wildlife.I already mentioned the wild rabbits and goats that can be spotted around the area. This is because people used to live here before, as evident from the numerous ruined fences and wind pumps, not to mention the feral animals. Some of those artefacts are actually restored and maintained as some kind of an outback lifestyle museum, but I'm not really interested in that kind of entertainment, so I don't stop there.
The remnants of civilisation.
The landscape wouldn't be Australian without a rusty windmill here and there.
The local flora is so tenacious.It's getting real hot on my way between the Mungo and Adelaide: it's mid-summer here in Australia, after all. Long days usually mean longer drives for me, so I'm pretty tired by the time I reach my old hometown to catch up with Kate. However, I don't stay there for as long as I thought I would, so it looks like I can drive some more. Where to?
At the Yorke Peninsula.
Close to the ground.
The tenacious swimmers.
The day is almost over...
...and the swimmers promptly disappear.In the gathering dusk, I find my way to the campground and set up my awning tent for the second time (which I didn't do the day before). My actions attract the attention of two friendly campers nearby: father and son, both quite adult, on the very first camping trip of their own at the moment. The blokes are very friendly and nice, and they even offer me a drink, but I'm so exhausted that I politely decline. By then I already decided to drive to WA the longer way around, which means more driving time ahead, and which means that I'm visiting the Eyre Peninsula tomorrow.
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