Up early, as usual. Greeted by galahs, parrots, correllas, and others. Camp quickly taken down and packed (we’re getting good at this). On the road, under the watchful eyes of several kangaroos along the road (morning is good for viewing ‘roos). Headed into Innaminka to refuel and load up on water, and then into the great nothingness on the first leg of our run to Birdsville. We’ll cross the Strzelecki Desert and Sturt’s Stony Desert—hard to imagine what might qualify for the name “stony” in an area that seems to be defined by rocks. We’ll see.
The sign at the edge of town said that the road to Birdsville via Cordillo Downs is open. (It isn’t always. There is a website for checking this and other outback roads, and Richard checked before leaving home, but things can change quickly, so “day of” signs are needed, too.) So with the “okay” from the sign, we crossed the Cooper at the causeway and headed deeper into the outback.
Gidgee trees popped up out of the vast expanse of gibbers around us. Eventually, even the gidgee tress vanished, and we were surrounded by rocks and tough grass. As always, however, even the most modest water course, though dry on the surface, presents us with a wonderful burst of trees and greenery. So the desolation is relieved with some frequency.
To my right: rocks, tough grasses, and cattle. (Apparently, the Japanese have a special fondness for the taste and quality of the meat raised in this area, and Japan is where this cattle will eventually go.) To my left: rocks, in the distance, the greenery of a creek and, rising above the tree tops, the towering red dunes of sand country.
I’m still amazed by the relentless and seemingly endless expanse of gibbers. However, it does seem that the gibbers are getting smaller, and there are even a few bare patches. So not quite as merciless as yesterday.
Then suddenly we were in sand country. We stopped at Patchawarra Bore to take a “classic” photo of a windmill, dam, and cattle (the windmill being the means of pumping water from underground, to fill the dam and provide for the cattle). This area was one of the first places in Australia that gas and petroleum reserves were noted, since gas came up with the water when they first drilled the bore.
Then back to the gibbers. Passed a bore where a bunch of ringers (Australian cowboys, called ringers because they ring the mob, or round up the herd) had set up camp. They were busy tagging calves. Somehow, this just doesn’t seem like the perfect place for raising cattle, but apparently, it works.
Red sand again became more frequent. We passed a creek where the silcrete was clearly visible. (Silcrete is a hardened layer of soil that is rich in silica. Most common in hot, arid areas where silica that has dissolved has plenty of time to dry out and glue together soil grains, forming an extremely hard layer. It is tremendously hard and tends, given enough time, to weather into boulders.) Here, silcrete forms the top layer of the oldest part of this region, and it was clearly visible.
Waltzing Australia 