Friday 11th July,
Tjarra
Pool,
Rudall River National Park
22 30 16.03 122 04 36.55
Well here I am back in
Rudall River again. The third time in three years. A great days travel that saw us restock in
Jigalong, head up a couple of good bush roads and discover the back way into the
Rudall River Park over rocky, rugged ranges.
Planning the days activities
Our day began coldly. The temperature plummets about two hours before dawn. Why I don’t know but it does. Scott had the fire going this morning with me out of the cot not long after. Gaby,
well it’s got to be roaring for her! A quick wash and breakfast and then into
Jigalong.
The Len Beadell Marker on the Talawana
Fuel was a cheap $2.20 per litre. $400 to fill the vehicle and cash only as they didn’t have eftpos…yeah right! Fuel always seems to be the cash cow for rip off merchants. I couldn’t believe the vehicles again. Most houses had a 4x4 wagon in varying stages of disrepair lying about, the majority were turbo diesel hundred series Landcruisers, some only a year or two old, all up on blocks with no wheels. It’s enough to make you cry!
The
supermarket was the next port of call with a limited resupply taking place. Diet coke, dunny paper, tin foil, Big M’s and potato’s. Spuds…$6.00 per kilo. 18 pack of diet coke cans…$26.00, biscuits between $4.50 and $6.50.
Toilet paper $8.00 for 6 rolls. Do I have to mention just how much the
puncture repair kit cost! We disposed of our accumulated rubbish in one of the 44 gallon
bins and after a quick chat with one of the administrators, headed out on the Talawana. We pumped up the tyres a
The old stockyard on the Talawana
few km out of town and then cruised the 20km to the
Billinooka turnoff managing to catch the dust of a road train for the last 5 km or so. The Road to
Billinooka was in a variety of conditions from good, to corrugated to totally washed out. Still it was much better than we were used to. Twelve noon saw us back on the Talawana east of Balfour downs and 5 km later, at another
Len Beadell marker where lunch was taken.
The road east although corrugated, was in good enough nick to maintain a good clip. Sand hills were cut and then layered with the small red gibbers making them a dream to cross although somewhat corrugated at times, particularly on bends. It wasn’t long before the cattle country gave way to the desert dunes again and the groves of Desert Oak became prevalent. We decided to take the back route (first road) into the park. It soon became apparent that this would
The rocky back road into Rudall
be a different track to the main road as it was washed out and we found ourselves in the spinifex again. Within the first 5 km the road climbed a rocky range of hills to present a fabulous vista to the north across an impressive
gorge. Little did we know that in a few short minutes we’d be descending into it. A sharp, rocky and steep decent saw us onto the floor of the valley where the road, being the lowest point on the valley floor, had become a creek forcing us to negotiate washouts, gullies and shrubs. It was slow going for the next 28 kilometers taking in sand country and skirting a magnificent range of hills. The track was
well overgrown and in some
places had been washed out to form a rift three metres deep! The need to watch for damaging stakes amongst the flora encroaching over the track was essential and draining. I almost skittled a feral cat which, if I’d been successful, would have given me great satisfaction.
Just a tad overgrown on the back road!
An hour and a half after commencing our decent into the rocky
gorge, we rejoined the main road into Rudall and immediately enjoyed the corrugations again. As we closed on the
Rudall River itself, the distant ranges took on spectacular colours of blue, brown, red and purple. A solitary camel chewing its cud and a skinny
dingo gnawing on the slim pickings offered by the bones of a long dead camel, welcomed us back to
Rudall River.
Slim Pickings off a long dead camel!
We reached Jarra
Pool at 4:30 p.m. after collecting a few scant pieces of firewood along the way (and nearly collecting three motorcycle riders as
well). There were already two vehicles and trailers ensconced at Jarra meaning we had to set up on the rocky rise above the
camp area. The water level of the main
pool was very low compared to last year. After setting up
camp, Scott got stuck into his punctured tyres and both he and I then broke the bead on my trailer tyre using the troopy as a tyre lever. I got the shower hooked up and we managed to wash away the dust and odour of days on the road with torrents of hot water. Tins for dinner followed by
The campsite at Tjarra - Note the tyre about to be have the bead broken.
Custard and fruit. The moon is out and incredibly
bright despite only being a half moon. As a result, the stars have been scarce. Tyre work for me in the morning patching up that damn sidewall.
A blokes work is never done...picking a patch and doing the washing!