We arrived at the Warburton Roadhouse last night after a gruelling days to after a gruelling day on some of the worst gravel road I have travelled, and I’ve been on a few. It was bone jarring.
Warburton is a small mostly indigenous community, and visitors are asked not to take photos as a respect for the indigenous and their cultural practices, especially valuing and guarding images. So we took no photos.
Coming into the town you ford a creek, which was merely a trickle at this time of year and little rain. The town is really set in an oasis in that the creek gives life. The town is very small but well kept. The Roadhouse was excellent. I want to dispel an urban myth in some quarters that this is a town to avoid, but my experience is that Warburton is certainly a town to visit. We stayed in the campground behind the Roadhouse.
In the morning we visited an indigenous art exhibition at the gallery in the shire building, well worth the effort. It was a retrospective of indigenous art from the region, art that told the story of the beginnings of the region and the people in it. There was also a book on display which gave the history of white settlers coming into th e region and the work of the United Aboriginal Mission. Lyn had met several of the families associated with the UAM (Wade, Collins, Schenk). The indigenous comments on the mission were indeed generous which showed positive identification of some good outcomes of the work of UAM.
We set off on the road and continued to wrestle with corrugations and dust. The road takes its toll and we have been taking plenty of breaks for rest and recreation to compensate. We got to see camels grazing (and which are not native to Australia, and are destroying the flora which has a major impact on fauna too). Today’s breaks included:
A breakaway called Yarla which was so peaceful, and with stunning views (above).
And above, a gnamma hole just off the Great Central Road, one of three large gnammas together, with tadpoles and a fourth with algae. There were also plenty of Finches at the water holes.
We continued on until we came to the Warakurna Community and Roadhouse, and we’ve camped in their open campground for the night. In all a wonderful day.
There’s something that draws me to red soil. So warm and rich in colour. Ancient in formation. pleasing to my eye, and somehow touches my heart in ways I cannot begin to articulate or explain. This photo was taken at Mt Connor Lookout (northern side overlooking the salt lakes, NT), hence the number of foot marks in the sand. The contrast of white salt and blue sky made the soil stand out so much more. Wonderful stuff.
It was a beautiful walk up and around Kings Canyon (Kings Canyon Rim Walk). Kings Canyon is in the Watarrka National Park (Northern Territory). It certainly needed more than a bit of moxie for me to get near the edge. The previous year, sadly, a young woman had fallen to her death off this very ledge, so it is a risk. Nerve wracking ledge, fantastic view. Amazing how fear and amazement, death and beauty sometimes pair off.
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Nature’s clothing, leaves, bark, twigs and debris a wonderful carpet tailored by mother nature over the damp ground, a clever protection against erosion from the heavy runoff, mulch for the seedlings of native plants, eventually (as eucalyptus leaves and bark take a long time to break down) it becomes compost and then humous, and it is also habitat for spiders, insects and bugs. A feeding ground for reptiles and birds.
As life is birthed in a tree, so it gives back life to the earth, an ecosystem tailored for the cycle of life.
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This Collage is a slice of Western Australia’s natural spaces.
Clockwise from the top: A Silver Princess from the courtyard of New Norcia (near Moora); the salty water from Lake Campion near Nungarin; one of many tracks through Borannup Forrest (near Hambelin Bay); water level low at Tone Bridge (Boyup Brook); and in the center, the rugged coastline at Deepdene near Skippy Rocks (Augusta). Some fun times had in these places.
One of the interesting facts about Australia’s monoliths is that they are small above ground, with the bulk buried below. This is a partial shot of Kokerbin Rock that I took 2009. The rock is between the communities of Kellerberrin and Shackleton. Kokerbin Rock is 122 mtrs high, and is a grantire formation. Originally it was an indigenous birthing site, and therefore a women only site. As you approach Kokerbin from the east it even looks like a pregnant woman lying on her back.
Kokerbin is the third largest monolith in Australia, but what you see with teh eye is small compared to what geophysics has uncovered as buried below ground. Mt. Wudddina in South Australia is second largest, and the iconic Uluru is first.
Uluru in 2014, and again, the bulk of it is buried or underground. And this is also a significant Indigenous site, and while it is a popular tourist destination it continues to be used, whereas Kokerbin is no longer used and is now a nature park.
True grit 🙂 a mixture of coarse sand, shell grit, and the fine particles of limestone, granite, and volcanic rock. Taken at Quarry Bay, Augusta. Looks great, a rainbow of colours. Sounds wonderful and crunchy when you walk on it, not so good in your shoes or between toes, and rough to sit on.