Kings Canyon

On the 21st I leave Yulara and drive North to Kings Canyon. This time to avoid any feeling of being in a Butlins holiday camp I stop at a small private bush campsite 32 K short of the park. It is a great site and they provide firewood for campfires. This is really the busiest season, it is too hot in the summer. So at this time of year the place experiences the grey exodus – retired couples in their SUVs towing large and comfortable caravans. I am of the same generation, but I am on my own in a miniscule one man mountain tent, with a thermomat and sleeping bag, a small gas burner, a fold up pan, one spoon and a plastic cup. I have also brought some freeze dried one man meals, which only require a cup full of boiling water – 5 minutes and hey presto – supper. It is all a bit of a contrast to what is served up in the caravans.

But these folk are friendly and I get to warm up and have a chat, with a glass of wine in these desert cruisers.

On the first evening I wander out to a lookout point where there is a water hole for the cattle. Taking advantage of this are a herd of at least 100 wild camels.

At this point I am reading a fair bit about the history of Australia’s colonisation, as well as talking to the descendants of some of those colonisers. At times there is a strong undercurrent of racism towards the original inhabitants and one feels there are many social undercurrents here. I also read a book by an aboriginal author on their spiritual systems. It is really an extraordinary and beautiful world view – close to Buddhism.

The following day I make an early start and head out to do the canyon rim walk, which is very beautiful.

ancient sea bed - Central Australia was an inland sea

Then it is back to Alice – a flight to Sydney – then home. I am beginning to have very clear ideas about what I want to make in Canberra next year.

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