20 kms drive into Kings Canyon, where there were all sorts
of walks available – Interesting one for me being the Giles Track !!! Unfortunately that was an all day hike, so we
instead opted for a shorter one up into the gorge, and it was superb. The photos just do not capture the true
colours and feeling (as usual) – So you will just have to go there for
yourselves. Take my word for it, it is
excellent. Imposing rock cliffs, the
stark white of the gum tree trunks in the dry creek bed accentuated by the red
cliffs behind, amazing flowers, including the Holly Grevillia, with prickly
holly shaped leaves, and sweet nectar flowers that the Aborigines use as bush
tucker – Like a sweet, a treat for the kids, apparently ! Yellow bush wattle flowers, and although we
didn’t see any of the raptors in the canyon that day, we see them in the sky as
we drive along every day. As is always
the case with these dry creek beds, when you see the amount and height of the
flood debris piled up against the trees from the last flood, you can only
wonder at the power and depth of the water that sweeps down here not that
infrequently, when they have a storm at the head of the gorge. It must be an awesome sight.
After our walk up the gorge, we drove on to the nearby
resort, but found it VERY commercial and were glad we had stayed at the more
rural Kings Creek Station the night before.
The reason it is commercial is that it is the last spot on black top
road so that all the “soft roaders” and coaches can reach here easily. Immediately after the resort, it is back to
several hundred kms of dirt road, some of it only passable to high ground
clearance 4 WD’s. So as we drove on, it
was back on to the dusty, corrugated, and often rough dirt roads.
Our hopes were raised when we got black top
through a delightful little canyon drive with very Elise suitable twisty roads,
but after having lunch at the lookout at the top of the hills, about 200 yards
later we were back in the dirt !! Miles
and miles of paddy melons beside the road too !!! And the ant hills were slowly getting taller
– At Uluru they were only about 6 inches tall – Now they are getting up to 18
inches.
We then drove for some 200 kms or more with the Gardiner
Range on our right, and just mile after mile of dirt road with signs for camels
and wild brumbies, although e never saw any camels. As we headed into Hermannsburg, an Aboriginal
town which had been founded by a German Lutheran priest in the 1800’s to help
the local tribes people, we finally saw some brumbies playing in a water hole
beside the road, and they were having a great time. We were able to stop and watch them for a
while before they ran off. Hermannsburg
is supposed to be of historical significance, so we went in to look around –
And found nothing. A very sad remote
aboriginal settlement, with a heavy police presence, rubbish and old cars
everywhere, and areas in town where visitors are forbidden to drive. No alcohol allowed, and even the petrol
station serves no fuel after 5.30 pm to help prevent the youth from buying it
to inhale. We went into the supermarket
to try to buy some milk,, lettuce and supplies, but the shelves were mostly
empty, and what there was did not look very enticing, so we left empty
handed. All very sad. Even the local
campsite is terrible, and they lock the gates at night to keep any one brave
enough to camp there safe.
So we headed out of town back towards Palm Valley – And the
sign said “Palm Valley 18 kms, or 3 hours.
High clearance 4WD’s only”. 3
hours for 18 kms ???
Well, we soon found out they were right ! Driving along the creek bed, large boulders
and rocks in the way, the track slowly got worse and worse, and the 14 kms to
the campsite did take us well over an hour !!
The remaining 4 kms into Palm Valley we did not do until the next day,
but it did take us well over an hour !!
But more on that tomorrow. Coming
into the Finke Gorge National Park, we crossed an electric cattle grid – Never
seen one of those before !! And just as the sun we setting we at last reached
the bush campground, which was delightful.
And once we were set up, some guys built a big
fire, and the Ranger, who lives nearby, came in and we all sat around the warm
fire in our chairs and were treated to the history of the area, and details of
what we could expect to see on our walks.
A perfect evening before we turned in – With wild dingoes wandering
around the camp looking for scraps of food !!
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