Wednesday 6 July 2016

Day 19 – Tuesday 5 July 2016 – Alice Springs – Wycliffe Wells

This morning we said our goodbyes to Alice, Kerrie & John, and as we left the hills surrounding Alice Springs, what do you suppose crossed our path – yep – yet another Dingo.  I couldn’t believe it.  He crossed the road before us and stopped to look at us before disappearing into the scrub.  It was a fine farewell.

Another collection of cars – burnt out / rolled – on the side of the road, but what took our eye for this leg of the trip were the amazing number of what we assume were ant hills.  We stopped to take some photos of them and discovered an unusual collection of holes around the same area.  While I have seen insects and spiders build up the entrances to their nests, I have never seen anything decorated quite as neatly as these.  A few kms further on and obviously some travellers got very bored with their trip or weren’t looking forward to washing dirty clothes but we saw dozens and dozens of ant hills decorated in t-shirts and hoodies, even one with sunglasses and a bra which gave us a laugh.








We finally crossed the Tropic of Capricorn and despite the overcast conditions we could see clear blue skies ahead.  Within a few kms the weather improved to no end.  Clouds cleared and warmth was all we felt when we exited the car.  Unlike the chilly air we’ve had so far.  While we were a little sad to leave Alice – to be honest the timing couldn’t have been better as tonight they are expecting -1 and tomorrow night -3 degrees.  We’ve had our fill of freezing cold nights for a while I think so weren’t sorry to be missing that experience.



A little further down the road and we came across a 4wd on the side of the road, a young couple who were picking up the pieces of their car after having hit (and unfortunately killed) a Wedge Tailed Eagle.  Having hit the odd magpie over the years I can only imagine the impact a wedgie would have. 


We’ve seen lots of interesting perceptions of “holiday mode” while on the road including cyclists, motorbikes with side cars, and every imaginable size and shape of caravan, but this leg of the trip turned up one for the books – a guy sitting under a tree on the side of the road and on the verge was parked a shopping trolley filled with gear!  I reckon the next pub he came to he definitely earned a beer!



We stopped at Barrow Creek Telegraph Station and continued to be amazed by the number of cattle races in the middle of nowhere.  Unfortunately a number of stock are killed each year having wandered onto the road given there are often no fences between the stock and the highway.  I would have thought offloading stock right by the roadside would not have been the best option, but there they were.

The constantly changing vegetation once again was notable.  Just outside Alice as you come through the ranges, the vegetation is markedly different where obviously the ranges create different weather patterns.  It goes from green to dry in a matter of a few kms.  We are still though, quite surprised by the amount of green even this far north.  I think both of us expected more “desert” than we have seen.

The unregulated speed zones which I thought may have created an issue with us tootling along at a meagre 90kph was also a surprise with most doing 110 – 120 even in 130 zones.  Not that I’m complaining!!!!! 



Our original idea for today was to drive to Ti-Tree and make camp there and then travel to Tennant Creek tomorrow.  On arrival at Ti-Tree it was again overcast and cold, and given it was barely lunch time we opted to keep driving.  We finally decided to stop at Wycliffe Wells which is yet another of the advertisements we’ve watched on Imparja over the years.  Also known as the Devils Marbles Caravan Park, it is a unique park, with plenty of shade, and an unusual obsession with UFO’s.  Great I thought, it’s only 4.00pm and I can spend a bit of time catching up on the blog – alas no phone service!

The park was very quiet despite a reasonable collection of vans in for the night, that was until a group of Aboriginal people arrived at the Roadhouse around 8.00pm, obviously intoxicated and yelling and screaming at one another for about 10 minutes until a car drove off (apparently without all its occupants) and finally things went quiet again.


This however, was the view outside my door today!



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