The little adventuring – Part 1
Three years ago I left the area I loved and moved from the Mid-North of South Australia to the Lower South East. It was for the sake of my health, as the farming chemicals in the area were dramatically adversely affecting my daily life. Coastal life held some reprive….. and so I became an environmental refugee. My heart has always remained in the North; no matter how much I tried to love this area, it never really spoke to me in the way that the north does, and in particular, the Flinder’s Ranges. If there’s a place on this Earth that I feel at home, it is in the Flinders.
So I resolved to take a journey back, to see if it really was how I still felt, or if I was simply in love with the notion, and not the reality. I was also looking forward to catching up with old friends. A new friend from this area, and also relatively new to Australia, accompanied me on this trip, while Fred and the cats went into boarding. Merriwether stayed at home, keeping the grass mowed. The plan was to be away for about 10 days, with three days at Melrose, at the base of Mt. Remarkable, Southern Flinders Ranges. It was a flexible timetable, to allow for happenstance, which incidently, did happen :-)
This is what I travelled hundreds of kilometers to see - Mt. Remarkable. It really is quite amazing how it suddenly appears out of the plain. All 960 metres of it. For one who now lives at virtual sea level, it’s balm for the soul.
While surfing the net for somewhere to stay, I came across Kookaburra Creek Bush Retreat, and thought it seemed worth a try. So very glad I did! Initially we booked in for three nights, then added an extra night for good measure. The bus was within my budget, and it was great! It bit like camping with an outdoor kitchen, but with more comfort for sleeping on cold nights.
I’ll write more about the Retreat in another post, as there’s far too much to talk about in this one, to do it full justice, but here’s a few bits to whet your appetite.
There are many old trucks strategically placed around the large property and yes, I took many many pictures of them. Wallace the Blue Heeler, is resident guide dog, and takes all new visitors for a walk around the grounds. Although still quite young, he was very well mannered and a real pleasure to have the company of.
One morning I rose before the sun and climbed up high to catch the sun as it rose over the tree tops.
On this morning, the golden light was wonderful as were the birds singing to it. No crowds here to spoil it.
Of course, there were many other places and people I saw along the way, all of it memorable. More on it later… I hear rumblings approaching from yet another storm – winter is well and truly arrived!