Saturday 16th June, 2012
Giles Mulga Park Road, Northern Territory
On the dirt at last
Looking across the Musgrave Ranges
For some reason I awoke
well before 5:00 a.m. listening to the unseen hunters of the night, an owl or similar barking as it went about its nightly business of death. A cold wind sprung up around 5:00 a.m. , the chill penetrating the warmth and protection of the roof top taj. At 6:15, the call that must be answered got the better of me and I had to descend the ladder into the early dawn gloom. It didn’t take long to get the fire going and then I set about fitting a new back right mud flap to the ute before the rest of the
camp arose. The slow leaking back left tyre had also gone flat overnight indicating that I have a bigger problem than first thought.
Red dirt at last
Because we were camped in our little gully, the sun took longer then usual to reach us leaving us reliant on the warmth of the fire till the first rays of the sun poked across the surrounding ridges
The yellow peril heading west
. So it was that breakfast was a jaffle by the fire and then it was to work packing up
camp in the early rays of a sunny morning. Winding our way back along the little used track, we hit the highway at 8:30 a.m., the precision pack up ability of the team becoming apparent. I led the way north the remaining 200 kilometres to reach
Marla. Here and there the odd wedgy lumbered grudgingly into the air disturbed from a road side kill. One roo had three crows emerge from the hole where its arse had been to take flight covered in gore and entrails. I hate crows!
Jaydub & Suze on the road
We reached
Marla at 10:30 a.m. to the news that my aunt had passed away that morning. Despite trying I wasn’t able to reach anyone back in
Melbourne.
Greg and Jaydub
After fuelling up, I swapped out the troublesome rear tyre in the car park and we were all back on the highway and heading north a half hour later. It was a pretty uneventful cruise north, occasionally speaking with fellow travellers on the UHF and then reaching the crowded border stop at 1:00 p.m. where we aired down and deposited rubbish.
Camp below Mount Fraser
Mog mahem - getting stuff sorted
Theres a time honoured ritual for me that involves the donning of the Akubra once we turn onto the dirt of the Giles-Mulga Park Road. It corresponds beautifully with the hum of the corrugations under the tyres as we finally began our trek west. The road was its usual mixed bag of sand and corrugations. We pulled over for the odd photo stop along the way and also spotted a group of 10 Wedge Tailed Eagless gathered around a recent road kill. The sight of so many birds around the one carcass was remarkable.
Settling in around the fire
Camp
Once past Mulga Park the road conditions deteriorated considerably. We decided to pull in on the western side of
Mount Fraser well into the Mulga and calling it a day about 4:00 p.m. A
great camp fire was soon underway and a magnificent dnner of steak and vegies followed by Suzette’s famous apple and sultana crumble. We got to witness the effects of the setting sun upon
Mount Fraser. The darkening red hues of
the rock and soil was simply amazing. All has been going
well to date but a very early start will be needed if we are to reach
Warburton tomorrow, a distance of 532 kilometres from our current
campsite.
The Tuck Truck
campfire and Mt Fraser
Setting sun on Mt Fraser