The Flinders Ranges spread from Quorn in the South to Leigh Creek in the North. From Whyalla our trip to the Flinders Ranges took us through Port Augusta, Quorn, which was just lovely with great cafes, beautiful old buildings and friendly townsfolk, then up through Hawker.
Rawnsley Park Station was where we were heading for four nights and better weather was predicted for our time there. Yes, finally we were away from the wind and we had a fabulous camp kitchen with a wood fire. Only problem was limited reception on the phone once again but by now we were very used to that. This station offered lots of walks some extremely difficult and some just right but with some steep climbing…that was so the signs said. We tackled Alison Saddle on the first afternoon, it wasn’t too bad, the steep parts were just that and it was very windy at the top. The view, well it was fantastic as it was directly at Rawnsley Bluff set among the evening glow, the setting sun showing off different facets in the rock face, with the cool night air coming in but the climb of the Bluff, we were told, was very extreme in places so we didn’t partake in that one while we were there. We spent the evening in the camp kitchen, cooked our meal among the banter of many travellers who were also partaking in the warmth of the fire Murray had lit earlier and watched some of the Olympics on television.
Wilpena Pound was our adventure of the day on Thursday 11/08. It was a cool, crisp start to the day and I was well rugged up for it, once again looking my best as the Michelin Lady, as the first part of this trek was along the creek bed but through the shadows of the forest. We chose the Wangara Lookouts walk which was around an 8km round trip, this included the climb to the top of the pound which was 0.9km. The sights and sounds on our walk were unreal as everything was in its morning freshness and the wildlife was just waking up with all the sounds of the native birds singing and whistling. The trees were absolutely huge, towering above us in all their glory.
At the top of the steep climb we were greeted with the breathtaking view of the Pound before us. This was well worth all the effort. It went for miles. Murray has become quite the photographer on this trip but sometimes even photos don’t tell the story of what it’s like in real life.
After a rest at the top we made our way back down and had a bite of lunch at an old homestead of one of the original pioneers of this area. On the walk back we ran into some other long legged locals who wanted to race me but I let them go ahead. What a wonderful morning, back to camp for a cuppa and a warm up by the fire.
On Friday we took ourselves on a self drive tour from Rawnsley Park to Blinman, through some very beautiful gorges Bunyeroo, Brachina and Parachilna, stopping at the Prairie Hotel for some light refreshments. This place is well known for its culinary delights of fresh local Aussie game on the plate but we settled for a Devonshire tea which is a bit odd from a pub, I know.
Our return trip from Blinman took us past the Great Wall of China or Mt Emily, where we stopped and made some lunch while taking in the view, then back past the Appealina Ruins which were old miners quarters plus a homestead. Stokes hill lookout gave us a complete 360 view of everything before returning to Rawnsley Park where the sun was beginning to set and it was time to light a fire at our own campsite for a change then dinner in the camp kitchen once again. Another fabulous day in the Flinders.
Saturday saw us having a camp day where we caught up on some housework (washing and checking the car) before we hit the road again on Sunday heading towards Adelaide for a few days of R and R, plus wineries, with our good friends Max and Tricia.
Cheers for now, love us. Xo