Thursday
31st
August 2017
SHE
SAID:
It
was, as expected, a chilly start, but eskimo Geoff put the 12v electric
blanket on & the oven...it makes for a great heater!
We
drove out into the Simpson Desert, now called the Munga Thirri National Park, &
to the bottom of Little Red, the first sand dune on the Simpson
Desert crossing to Dalhousie Springs (one of 1100+ sand dunes). Seeing the amount of people
already parked up top we decided to walk up....& maybe drive up
when the “seething masses” have departed after the races.
Birdsville
was quite chockers with people on our return from the desert, with
dozens heading out for Little Red & the main street closed off to
traffic already! We had a brief look at the race course & Archie
insisted on a photo on the race track....
We
have people setting up camp closer & closer to us now.....
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| Before the people started gathering & the doors opened! |
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| Inside the Birdsville Hotel.... |
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Check out the drink prices....the barman seemed shocked
that we only wanted 4 tickets each for the 2 race days!
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| Into the Simpson Desert with Archie |
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| Approaching Little Red - the first sand dune |
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| Geoff powering up Little Red |
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| Looking back to the road in from Birdsville |
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| Sand Dune art |
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| Dune on the move |
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| Incoming..... |
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WHY...would you park on the track up & down the sand dune!
Looks stupid & dangerous!
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| Top of the Dune.... |
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| Tangled Mulla Mulla - dune loving plant |
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| Us |
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| Archie counting cars... |
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| Diamantina River...not so full as this time last year |
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| Desert Country ahead |
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| Viewing the track |
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| Archie is a day ahead of the other riders! |
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| Another Burke & Wills marked tree |
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Early blooming Sturt Desert Peas (due to coffee grounds from
the Birdsville Bakery...so we heard!)
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| We hadn't even got to the pub yet! |
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| 8pm mess outside the pub! |
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Precious drinks tickets for the races;
no cash used out at the race track for grog
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| Boxers & hopefuls all line up for the fighting |
HE SAID:
I disappoint myself myself with my own optimism sometimes. Thinking that we had camped well enough away from other campers we set everything up. But, of course, other people don't want to use the vast areas of wide open space to camp in, they want to camp near us. Then talk loudly. Then turn on their stereo. People are always the biggest pain, and no exception here.
Little Red was too full of idiots who had decided to park across the top of the track for us to even bother attempting the drive. Why park at the crest of the hill, in the middle of the track? Common sense may be in short supply these next few days.
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