Port Augusta and Quorn

 

From Roxby Downs we headed south to Port Augusta. The LandCruiser needed a service and there wasn’t a Toyota service centre in Roxby. As we had finished on the dirt, we also washed the car and van.

 

We have always wanted to go on the Pichi Richi Railway from Quorn and whenever we've been in the Flinders it hasn’t lined up as it doesn’t run that often, weekends only and not all. As it was going on the last Sunday ride we took the opportunity to go to Quorn and have a ride on this old famous train. It’s actually on part of the original Ghan railway line from Port Augusta to Alice Springs.

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A "train" wedding car with Groom & Best Man inside.

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On the Pichi Richi  train with "Benny Hill" who's voice whet up and down depending upon how excited he was!

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We were wondering where to go from here on the way home. We were looking at country Victoria but the weather was really cold, Bendigo was having -1⁰ at night and we had sent all our winter clothes home, so this didn’t sound exciting to us.

 

So where do we go? What a problem for us. We have to be home by mid-November.

 

Strzelecki Track

 

With all options considered, we decided to almost do a U-turn at Port Augusta and we headed north up the Strzelecki Track, yes yet another famous dirt track, with a nice clean car and van.

 

We've done the Strzelecki Track once before with our kids, it runs into Innamincka, which is on the border of South Australia and Queensland. It was quite a deja vu as last time we didn’t plan on doing it as well, it was a snap decision between Jayne and I and it was when the kids reckoned we had E.S.P. as seemingly to them we make this decision without discussion.

 

This track has artesian bores along it, when water just flows relentlessly from the earth in the middle of the desert. There's the ever present mining for oil and gas around these parts, many tracks lead off to mine sites, and some aren’t even monitored. Just sitting there in the desert pumping away.

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Innamincka was good, as always. But there certainly were a lot of flies. Jayne has particular problems with them getting into her ears. She freaks out.

Last time we were in Innamincka was with Chuck and Sue in 2011 where we spent a coupe of great days fishing & catching yabbies. we kept warm under Sue's heating system of a blanket over a table with a heater tucked in under the blanket.

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When in Innamincka we headed off to Coongie Lakes where we were told we might not be able to get our van over the dunes into the camping area, so the advice from the local Trading Post was to leave the van 20kms short of the lakes, unhitch and drive in the rest to evaluate. Very sensible advice which we normally wouldn’t follow, but this time we did, unhitching the van 20kms short of the lake. The drive in was very easy, and we would have been OK with the van.

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There are two camping areas at Coongie Lakes, one on the Cooper’s Creek and another on the lake, only some meters apart. However to access the lake areas you have to cross a sand dune. We definitely wouldn’t have got the van back over this dune. I’m confident we would have got it over this across, but the track back over the dune was soft, deep and had a curve in it and there wasn’t a place to get a fast enough run up nor where you could have held enough speed around the curve to make it over. At 3.5tonnes the van just makes the car sink in soft sand, esp. up a hill. Its fine over a small hill, but when it becomes steep you need brute force to drag it over.

 

However the camping at the Cooper’s Creek where it flows into Coongie Lakes was OK. But once we got the 20kms back to the van it just wasn’t worth dragging it back out there, so we headed back to Innamincka.

 

This turned out to be a good thing, as we headed out to Cullyamurra Waterhole, which is also on the Cooper’s Creek and was the best camping we had seen on the Cooper.

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Tonight we’re east of Thargomindah camped alongside a dry lake, and it’s quite warm. We’re headed towards the Gold Coast before going home.

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Our trip so far.

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