On the summit of Hayward Bluff looking south. Brachina Gorge and Wilpena Pound, fantastic views of the ranges and desert to west probably inspired the best one liner of the trip from Rob.
"It's just like Google Earth!"
Just couldn't resist playing with various pieces of junk found en route.
Stu's only puncture, one of those pesky thorns. Very few punctures overall apart from Lynne who proved she was the Puncture Fairy, even getting two one morning before we had even left camp.
Open country and roads with a good enough surface to attain astonishing speeds of 20kph or even more.
After 10/11 days of cycling from Wilpena we reached the mining town of Leigh Creek and the luxuries of a shower and beer (or two).
Geoff and his wife Diane at Depot Springs. They put us up for the night, provided beer then coffee and cake the next morning plus a great insight into station life.
The area abounds with the remains of the various mining exploits in the 1800's and early 1900's. All it needs is a bit of grease and we would have had it going in no time.
Dreaming country - touch the earth.
After a hard game of horse shoe pitching at the Lively Mine hut, which Lynne won convincingly, it was felt that to overcome the rigours of another hour or so of cycling late in the afternoon we needed a motivational speech. Thomas took on this important role with a panache that kept the strength and cohesion of the group together for enough time for us to find another great campsite.
This coincidentally is that very day's camp, fire lit, billy on and tents pitched. It became a very nice regular routine.
We spent quite a lot of time sitting around the fire. There was much baking of vegetables, scones and damper too.
Thomas baking scones.
Voila! One of Thomas' scones.
Stu and Lynne at Moolooloo Station.
Words just can't describe this unique River Red Gum we discovered off track in the Warraweena valley. Surely an inspiration for Tolkien's Ents.
Very glad to be back on a road after a few hours of pushing and struggling off track following a fence line. The road shown on the map that we should have been on didn't exist on the ground.
Andy Goldsworthy eat your heart out. The creek beds were full of these 'installations', neat stacks of leaves and twigs created as flood waters receded.
On the summit of Hayward Bluff looking south. Brachina Gorge and Wilpena Pound, fantastic views of the ranges and desert to west probably inspired the best one liner of the trip from Rob.
Stu's only puncture, one of those pesky thorns. Very few punctures overall apart from Lynne who proved she was the Puncture Fairy, even getting two one morning before we had even left camp.
Open country and roads with a good enough surface to attain astonishing speeds of 20kph or even more.
After 10/11 days of cycling from Wilpena we reached the mining town of Leigh Creek and the luxuries of a shower and beer (or two).
Geoff and his wife Diane at Depot Springs. They put us up for the night, provided beer then coffee and cake the next morning plus a great insight into station life.
The area abounds with the remains of the various mining exploits in the 1800's and early 1900's. All it needs is a bit of grease and we would have had it going in no time.
Dreaming country - touch the earth.
This coincidentally is that very day's camp, fire lit, billy on and tents pitched. It became a very nice regular routine.
We spent quite a lot of time sitting around the fire. There was much baking of vegetables, scones and damper too.
Thomas baking scones.
Voila! One of Thomas' scones.
Stu and Lynne at Moolooloo Station.
Words just can't describe this unique River Red Gum we discovered off track in the Warraweena valley. Surely an inspiration for Tolkien's Ents.
Very glad to be back on a road after a few hours of pushing and struggling off track following a fence line. The road shown on the map that we should have been on didn't exist on the ground.
Andy Goldsworthy eat your heart out. The creek beds were full of these 'installations', neat stacks of leaves and twigs created as flood waters receded.
First nights' camp a few kms north of Wilpena
The team about to leave Wilpena, even though it is sunny you can see by the amount of clothes we have on how cold it was.
Me - towing the larder with 10 days food
Dust storm and mega headwinds coming into Blinman. At least there was pub there with beer to wash out the dust.
We camped just about every night in creek beds with some fantastic river red gums.
