Monday, 11 October 2010
Wilpena Pound.Flinders Ranges.
Many thanks to Sid and Ann,my sister Vi,s friends,for finding our multi roomed self catering cabin and being our tour guides and organizer's throughout our mountain journey.A great adventure and we were so lucky with the weather.
The Flinders Ranges run for approximately 430 kilometers from north of Adelaide rising to over 3000 feet in many places and ending in semi desert at Parachilna.Some peaks are bare of vegetation,others like the Devil,s Peak, seen here, are thickly covered with native forest and bush.
Two long distance trails explore this range.
One,the Heysen trail at 1200 kilometers is Australia,s longest walking trail starting in lush green country at dramatic Cape Jervis on the Fleurieu Peninsula then crossing the famous Adelaide hills wine region before tackling many of the best Flinders summits ending at faraway Parachilna.
Two,the Mawson mountain bike trail shorter at a mere 880 kilometers which starts in Adelaide and goes through much the same rugged terrain using fire roads steep dirt trails and minor roads.This too is a classic of its kind and a big tick among long distance bikers.
Starting off from hometown Whyalla we visited Quorn and Hawker.Quorn in particular was a gem.A real old fashioned small town with covered boardwalks,country hotels and shops and a steam railway.
This is a view of the Flinders after heavy rain from Port Augusta.
Wilpena pound is one of the real jewels of the Range.A high, flat crater like basin,13 kilometers across,80 square,completely surrounded by a ring of 3000 foot peaks.You would never know it existed except from the air.
While my sister and Ann stayed walking down in the valley Sid and I climbed up the trail into the pound then
up the edge of the cliffs to the lookout point over this vast basin.Very impressive.The Heysen trail passes through here to on its long, long way.
The next day we toured the surrounding network of dirt roads,sometimes high up on the steep ridges with stunning views
Not very easy to cuddle and feeding it bugs for its tea would probably put me off mine.
Seen one of these as well..
Also seen travelling the area.
Proby,s Grave also gives an indication of the extremes of nature that can happen here.He was a bushman rancher who was swept from his horse during a flash flood in the vicinity.He was still a young guy washed away in his prime.Later that same year all that would be there would be a bone dry creek bed. Big countries have big weather.