Our Trip

Day Thirteen 

Day thirteen was not too 

eventful, but once again we crossed

some beautiful country.

For you non-readers,

you'll be glad to know that this

post is almost all pictorial. 

The pink cockatoos

were in the trees before we left

and chattering happily. 

That is until we started up our old

girl, then the blue smoke drove them away. 

(In the morning, the routine was: 

Our friends started their vehicle up first,

while Emilee would crank her ute over and over

and over and over until it finally started, which it

always did, never had to jump start it even once, it

just didn't like cold weather. Then at the last minute,

we'd start ours up, and off we'd go before we all 

died of exhaust fumes and any nearby campers 

started complaining!) 

So, off we went, leaving the lovely Georgia Bore

and headed for the sand dunes once more. 

Corrugations greeted us again this morning

and we bumped over them, loosening the bolts

just that little bit more. 

We (meaning the old girl),

got stuck on our first sand dune,

and then our 2nd. After letting down all

4 tyres a bit more, we carried on,

meeting some more travellers headed north. 

We came across some more flowers

for me to photograph. All so different. 

A couple more wells in ruins. 

Sand dunes off in the distance,

just waiting to be crossed. 

Even though it was up and over

and up and over, with the sand dunes,

I never tired of them. You never knew what 

you might see as you came over the top. 

Then sometimes, you got to try a couple of

times, so the suspense was even greater! 

After cresting one sand dune,

we were met with some travellers who had stopped to 

let us past but also to look at a caravan of camels 

passing by. There was even a cute little baby camel,

white and wobbly. 

 More salty flood plains

with sand dunes round the edges,

the colours were amazing. 

Soon enough we arrived at Lake Disappointment. 

A MASSIVE salt lake. 

This salt lake is 82 000 acres,

325 metres above sea level and lies on 

the Tropic of Capricorn. 

We spent quite a bit of time exploring 

on the lake. With me happily snapping away. 

And no, we did not make those tracks

out in the middle. 

The salt was like snow and stuck

to your shoes and crunched. 

And yes, of course I tasted it,

just to make sure it was salty!

It was! 

After about an hour, we came upon

Savoury Creek. 

It was strange to see beautiful, blue water in the middle

of the desert. 

We had to do a creek crossing here

to get to the track on the other side,

so I did the honours of walking across to check

the firmness of the sand underneath. 

Seemed all okay, so we, one by one,

crossed over slowly so we wouldn't 

splash too much up underneath our vehicles. 

Emilee did very well doing her first

water crossing. (I have video footage,

but you'll have to wait until the very end

of all the posts to see it)

We spent a little time exploring 

before we crossed over,

after checking to see where the best 

place was to cross. 

Once we were over, it was on our way again

to Well 19 ruins. 

Another trailer bites the dust.

The Canning is littered with

vehicles or trailers that never made it.

We got to take a photo of the 

Tropic of Capricorn sign 

(to add to my collection of other

T of C signs I have from other places in

Australia) 

Coming to Well 18, we decided 

to call it a day. This was a restored well,

so we had plenty of water, we didn't have showers

though, as we'd had one the day before! 

We had this campsite all to ourselves,

which was almost always the case.

The girls relax near the fire,

while Chloe watches Dave tighten 

the bolts on the diff once again. 

Another day ends, and we are just a 

little bit closer to the end of our epic

trip and the wild, unknown.