Tuesday, 17 June 2014

"A TOWN LIKE ALICE"

Welcome to Alice Springs Northern Territory
and surrounding sites, and gorges

 

Oh dear! Dad missed the turn off and got huffy and upset, we knew he was probably tired from all the driving he had done. He got out and stomped around for a while then got back in the car said "we don't even have an address where this place is for the van!". Mum said in her quiet (I am in control and have taken care of it voice), 'have already made the call, we are booked in to have the van checked at 8am. This is the address, it's under warranty so you can't complain about paying for anything else". Dad had no answer, so he said 'Well. I guess we'll just have to find a place to stay for tonight'... mum looked up a caravan and camping place which was the closest. Dad drove there. He got out and went into the office. Only a minute later he was stomping back to the car... 'no spaces left'.... so, withouth another word, mum looked up another caravan and camping spot. This time, we drove a little more south and the people at the Stuart Highway Caravan and Cabin Tourist Park were lovely! Mum didn't want to worry about a powered site as we were there for only the night, but dad wanted power so we were allocated a nice shady largish spot near the amenities and BBQ area which made dad 'sort of happy'. As soon as we had wound up the Penguin, dad went and had a long hot shower as I am pretty sure his back was giving him grief again.. but dad being dad didn't take up the offer for mum to drive for a while.. "I do the driving thank you!" So mum let him alone for a bit. Finding our site, we parked, set up and mum made dinner while dad did stuff outside. Once we were all set up, and dinner was had, dad had a shower and went to bed. I was tired too but I sat up with mum catching up on this blog and deciding which photos to add. We did the washing up together and folded some stuff away so packing up will be super easy in the morning. I am pretty sure we are headed to Trephina Gorge in the National Park for a couple of days and then, we are heading off to see ULURU, stopping off at some craters that were made millions of years ago due to a few meteorites hitting the Northen Territory! It's going to be great!

until next time

Tahune xx
 
TREPHINA GORGE
NORTHERN TERRITORY
Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! The scenes driving into the Gorge here about 100 kms out of Alice Springs has so far rated right up there with the best we have seen in Australia! We thought the mountain ranges in Tasmania was amazing... but this, we have to agree, and even dad said "This is something else!... " Awesome, inspiring, and just so beautiful. Many people I know would say, why are you getting so excited about a bunch of rocks... I would tell them, that 'these rocks are like 400 million years old... and as the years have eroded much of them, this is the oldest parts!"

Mum got out of the car and walked around, dad said 'this site is fine!'.. Mum stood her ground and said "No... here, in number 2". Dad didn't argue and drove the car around to where mum was standing. "Look! Fire pit, gas BBQ, tables, shade and drinking water all near the toilet, we are camp right in the middle". Dad drove the car to where mum said and set up. We had 'hotch-potch' as mum calls it for dinner. That means she couldn't be bothered cooking something up so the left overs are taken from the fridge, a few snags (sausages) are cooked and all of it is mashed together. Don't laugh... it tasted really nice! After dinner, we walked up to the main shelter where we met Garth, he was the ranger here. He said he was nervous as he used to be in charge of Kings Canyon, but tonight was his first night as ranger at Trephina Gorge and used crib notes. Mum told him not to worry.. dad said "Been there"... mum said "me too". Garth worked his way through the notes he had made and told us all about weed control, how big the park was (not big by Territory standards at only 1700 hectares), and while fire plays an important part of Australian native regeneration. It also plays havoc to three plants, which are now endangered. He also told us about the history. In the park there is a huge ghost gum, he said there used to be many ghost gum trees over 300 years old but nearly all of them were cut down and made into sleepers or the Ghan Railway. So if fire goes through the park that puts that tree at risk! He went on to tell us about the weeds in the park, the main one being buffa grass which is prolific and was introduced from South America as a cattle feed and just takes over everything. This is 'managed' (kind of), by intensive burning small areas but even bush walkers can carry the seeds and deposit them without knowing it in other areas of the park. Garth told us that if it catches fire it can decimate the park. They try to control it from inside the park but the graziers don't really care about keeping it in check. Mum said 'that must be like hitting your head against a brick wall" Garth told her that was exactly what it was like most of the time but they just have to keep persevering. The Area he had to look after and manage is enormous! Here at Trephina, D'hala Park (indigenous), and many other parks and gorges. So many places, so many weeds, and too much for just one person! He hopes he will get some help before too long.

The NT Parks and Wildlife and the Indigenous First Nation communities all work together when managing the parks, conservation reserves and sites that are culturally and spiritually significant to the Aboriginal People. "We get on together really well, and for the most part the traditional owners don't worry about anything that we do that cares for the environment and caring for endangered and critical species of plants, trees, etc so that's fine, but we always work really closely together to ensure we are caring and respecting significant sites that they hold as essential to their spiritual and cultural belief and traditions so these do not get lost. Garth said it was "heart breaking" when they went to one of the little gorges Jenny Gorge where a lot of rock art was only to find that they had ALL been DEFACED by a group of drunken yobbos... so very sad! No respect for the past and the history of this land.

We went along the Trephina walk (45 minutes return) and the Ridge Walk that took about 5 hours or so. The scene from up top and at John Waterhole was awesome, black footed wallabies frequent the water holes but not enough water for swimming. Mum asked 'how cold does the water get?' Garth said "between 5-12 degrees".. Mum said 'oh, is that all?" Garth looked at her. Dad told him mum went into 8 degree water and swam around in her clothes, and that the water actually came from the bottom of the dam". Mum told Garth about how dad videod this and you can hear dad say "totally mad!" Garth smiled and said "Brrr... you are!"



DAY TRIP TO D'HALA GORGE
and ANCIENT PETROGYLPHES (10,000 years old) of the "CATEPILLAR DREAMING"
 
Mum, dad and me got into the car with supplies for the day and headed off towards the sacred site of D'hala Gorge. Three river/water crossings that excited dad who is in a better mood now.... (takes a few days); Arriving at the small camp site where you can stay as well for $3.30 per person per night, bargain! Especially as Wombat's are free... Sure, no water, power or showers but the scenery? You sure get your money's worth!

We read the history and the meaning of the markings on the rocks and the techniques used by the Aboriginals. Two main techniques were used, Pecking and Pounding. Pecking is where the person telling the story on rock through the pictures used a sharp hard rock and made pinpoint holes into a picture by banging a larger, flatter rock on top of the sharp rock. I guess that's a lot like leather marking? The sign read this was the most common technique, then, there's pounding, where a larger rock was just smashed into the 'canvas' if you like, to make the picture.

We had been told by Garth and the signs with messages on them by the elders of the Traditional Owners that taking photos was fine, so long as you didn't venture off the track onto their special sites. We walked around and the more we looked, the more petroglyphs we found! We were able to follow the 'map' that was on the sign and see which etching was the catepillar going into the ground, the emerging butterfly, the resting butterfly, the walking tracks and the waterholes, and places where corroborrees were held. Mum finds this kind of history totally fascinating, and dad has to agree with how special this history and land is to the First Nation Aborigines.



There are reportedly thousands of etchings but we only found about twenty or so. We are pretty sure the reported etchings are more off the track in the sacred sites. Mum saw a sign after a couple of hours exploring and taking photos (I was the chief photographer today, I think I did a 'fair' job)... the sign said "End of Marked Track, please do U turn and return via the same path".. Mum said "ok, end of track, turn around... All right up there in the middle of the gorge would be where the sacred and extra special sites would be, don't want to disrespect the owners wishes... " But, dad being dad said... "I can see a track, sort of... we can go further in". Mum said "knock yourself out"... Dad went on for a bit and gestured to mum and me to follow. Mum took a deep breathe in and said, "I will only go to that first rock.... " (about twenty feet or so). She put one foot on a rock past the track and got a bad feeling, immediately bringing her foot back in she yelled to dad "Not on your Nellie! The spirits don't want us there!"... Dad went on, then all of a sudden the wind blew up harder and harder the further dad went in... Mum called to him "You are being told!" Dad turned around and said "Yes. I am!" He told me the wind was so strong where he was walking it almost blew him over. Perhaps he'll follow the rules on the signs next time.

We drove back to the van at Panorama Campground at Trephina Gorge and packed up ready to head off the next day. What adventures... Back to Alice Springs tomorrow to do some shopping, then driving another 3 hours to see the meteor craters that NASA Astronauts used as training for the expeditions to the moon! How cool is that!?

Cya in the funny papers!

Tahune xx

Aboriginal painting at Alice Springs Camp ground 

It's a long drive from here to there!
Alice Springs Telegraph Station 
Welcome! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
No women, children or uninitiated men here at this waterhole 
 
Petroglyph over 10,000 years old on an 800,000,000
year old rock!
 
 
 
 


WYCLIFFE WELL STOP/REST

The UFO CAPITAL OF AUSTRALIA...
(at least, that's what it said at the roadhouse!)

Only a very short entry here, as we just stopped on our way to Alice Springs, "Aliens!.. they're everywhere! We have to take some photos for Bev!" The man saw me being carried over to a funny 'put your face in here and be an alien' board, and said "You have a wombat?! We have a kangaroo, I will go in and see if I can find him and put it next to your buddy!" So, mum and I waited... and waited.... and waited... about 15 minutes had gone by and I still had my face stuck in the board. Then a lady with her little boy came past "Oh! What's the wombat doing?" I called back.. "I am being an alien with a very squished face!" the little boy laughed and had a photo with me, I was the man alien and he was the lady alien.. funny as! Then the little boys' mother said, "I can take a photo for you too!" Mum thanked the lady and down at the bottom of the page where the pics are, you'll see how it turned out. Mum's a good sport. Dad stayed in the car. I had fun getting my photos taken with different aliens, and I took some pics of the roadhouse which I thought were very cool... Then I really did have to go potty, but there was an alien that looked like he had to go first! (Again, a pic is below). With photos taken, giggles had and you know what else.... mum put me back in the car and we headed off to Alice Springs.

bye bye for now

Tahune xx


WHOOHOO! 
THEY'RE ON THE ROOF! 
Don't be scared... It's just me, a little wombat 
Nanu Nanu! LOL 
The things mum does to entertain me! 
There's my new friend! 
Peek a boo! 
I gotstagopotty! ok you first...

Not the anal probe!
(This funny photo was taken just for Bev!) LOL 
Wombats too?
 

THE DEVILS MARBLES
(National Park and a very spiritual and
important place for our First Nations' People)

Poor dad, he drove for about three hours before we finally got to the camp site. I wondered if I could play marbles until I saw them.. they're HUGE! Some of the 'marbles' are almost perfectly round and all balanced on top of each other. I am amazed that they haven't fallen by now... Mum said they had been like that for thousands of years and they weren't likely to fall, but they did have some cracks in them caused by erosion. They had different shapes, and were called different things. There were some round ones that looked like someone had kind of sat on them, they were called Cheeserounds... because they really did look like a huge round of cheese!

I read about the Dreamtime stories, how four tribes met at this place and held ceremonies there. I read a story about the mischieveous spirits that stole children... One of the elders said "They are people that look like you and me that live in the caves below the big rocks, they come out... and you can't get away. It happened to me, I took my billycan down to the creek to get water for my mother when all of a sudden, there was a small person there "Come and play... follow me!" it said, I couldn't get away. My mother ran down to where I was and saved me. We never camped in that spot again. My cousin wasn't as lucky... he followed the spirit and was never seen again. The elder men in our tribe had a song about this, but time has past and that song has been lost to us... We can never get the children back. That made me sad.

We set up camp just after noon and at about 3pm heaps of caravans and motorhomes barrelled up the track and started jostling for the best camp sites. Dad looked at me and said "That's why it's important to get here early" so many people came in with huge vans and just couldn't turn around as the camp was full...

We were sitting outside enjoying the beautiful view of the sun setting over the marbles when all of a sudden, there was another Penguin... no, not another one... It was Leanne and John! Hooray.. I get another scratch. We went down to see them that night and John had his telescope and laser pointer out and we talked about the stars and the stories of the dreamtime. They were only staying one night, we stayed for three. We explored all around the marbles and surrounding hills. People think it's only a small pile of rocks, it isn't... they go on for miles and miles!

We climbed onto the granite face and slabs but we didn't climb onto the boulders as there was a sign that read "The Aboriginal people, respectfully request you do not climb on the boulders as this area is important and sacred". Dad didn't like this.... Mum said she wasn't going to climb on them and that was that! What we did do, was always keep in mind how much "Fred" a very dear friend of ours now departed from this world, had always wanted to see Devils Marbles. Mum and I went through all the photos and found one we though Fred would like, we used a programme on mum's laptop to write a message on it... We are not going to post that photo here, because it's personal between mum, dad, Bev, Bindi and Mandy... and me.

More photos for you, take care, safe travels and we leave for Alice Springs tomorrow... but we get to stop at Wycliffe Well... That's the UFO Capital of Australia! It should be a fun albeit short stop.

Cheers.. and may the force be with you... (he he)
Tahune xx

 
 
 
 
It was windy... but those rocks weren't going anywhere
We kept on looking up though. 
 
Mum looks teeny tiny in front of that marble! 
The Marbles went on for miles! 
 
Wow! Cracked straight down the centre!
Hi dad! 
Incredible! 
 
 
 
Ha Ha Ha! Hold 'em up mum! 
"Karlu Karlu" 
Me... on the marbles! 
There I am... look closely. 
Sunset from the camp 
The marbles and rocks went a brilliant orange as
the sunset over them
 


TIME FOR ANOTHER CATTLE STATION STAY
HELLO BANKA BANKA STATION
(Part of the Indigenous Pastoral Leases and Properties)

Mum's wish came true! There was a lovely horse at Banka Banka station, she was an old mustering horse that was put in the paddock to retire and live out her days in peace and with lots of love and pampering. Her name was Ginger and she was attracted to mum... Mum talked to her as she walked across the paddock "I am not walking all the way across the paddock to you, how about you meet me half way"? Ginger's ears pricked up and she trotted over to mum! Horses are almost as intelligent as wombats! Although mum would say they are more intelligent that wombats... perhaps that is true... but not as cuddly.

Mum talked to the manager of the station "Rob" or "Wardy" as he was more commonly referred too and said "Ginger is a beautiful old lady and about 14 years old". Mum mentioned what wonderful condition she was in, Rob agreed. Lots of love, good feed but she needs a mate as Freckles (the stallion) was moved back to Home Valley Station. Rob went on telling mum that they were in the process to get Ginger a friend. As BeyBey (the cow) would push Ginger out of the way to get to the treats that the staff and jackaroos bring to Ginger. I liked the little calf there, her name was Betty, she was an escape artist. Mum watched her one afternoon and Betty was small enough to put her head through the fence (unfortunately it was barbed wire) but she then put one foot through carefully, and then the other, turned and watched as she brought her two rear legs through without getting scratched. Ginger and BeyBey watched in disgust and disapproval about leaving their wonderful big paddock. Wardy told mum that Ginger belonged to the station and she was welcome to go through the fence whenever she wanted too because he saw Ginger 'connect' with mum. You didn't have to tell mum twice, she was off like a shot with two slices of carrot in one pocket and two small pieces of licorice in the other. Wardy stood there and laughed with Michael his son adding... where's mine?
Dad took photos of mum walking, talking, and cuddling Ginger, and even Ginger was so chuffed about getting a carrot she knew that mum was kidding when she said "I don't have any more to give you"... Ginger followed mum and when mum turned around, Ginger came up to mum and nibbled on mum's shirt pocket where she kept the other piece of carrot. I laughed, so did mum.
Dad took some lovely photos of Ginger just following mum around, mum and Ginger sharing some 'secret girl's business', and a kiss they shared. Dad also got a photo but I wished it was a video... mum scratched Ginger's forelock as the flies were bothering her there. When mum stopped scratching... Ginger rubbed the front of her face up and down mum's front! It was like they had been friends forever! ..I would have been jealous but I realised Ginger couldn't fit in the car or the van and I lived with mum, while Ginger lived here in the paddock..
That evening we went and sat around the campfire and talked to many of the other campers there. We shared stories about our travels and had a drink. Michael kept the fire well stoked so the stories, anecdotes and laughs were many. I fell asleep and woke up in my bed the next morning. Mum said time for breakfast, shower and then a walk up the hill to where both the Aboriginal and Australian flag flew proudly in the "Barkley Breeze" (wind that blows every year starting off in June and goes through til August.. each of the gust stages last about 8-9 days, then no wind for about another week, and then up it comes again). Such are the weather patterns in Australia.
We climbed to the top of the hill and a signpost was between both flags. The one that pointed in the direction of Canberra made me laugh! beside it was how many kilometers it was away from Banka Banka station and on the other side of the word Canberra it said "PLAY SCHOOL"! Dad and mum both laughed saying "they got that right!"

We walked back down the hill, past Ginger's paddock who stamped her hoof when mum said "nothing for you today"... We followed the track for about two kilometers and found a beautiful waterhole. The wattle flowers, the gum leaves and other seeds had fallen onto the surface of the water and it looked just like an Aussie landscape painting. While Australia is known as the lucky country, I believe this when I saw that beauty of the winter colours. We forgot to ask if we were allowed to swim in the waterhole, so we just took our shoes and socks off and dangled our feet in the water. The water was cold but nice. We went back to the van and dad wasn't feeling well so he went to bed. Mum and I had dinner and went up to the campfire where Michael had the fire blazing. There were two little boys toasting their marshmallows and a couple approached us asking "are you the owner of the Penguin" mum said she was, "we have a Penguin too!" We have now met three people on our travels who have the same kind of van as we do!

Banka Banka has a really big spider at the Entrance of the Station, and lots of people were scared of it.. not me! I don't like snakes or scorpions and other nasty bities... but while mum spent time with Ginger.. I tamed the wild gas bottle spider! Go me and my bad self! Dad even took a picture... he doesn't like spiders either!

We are all packed, locked up and hitched up and off we go, to a special place that we all want to see and explore. The Devils Marbles! See you there...

Until next time
enjoy the photos
Tahune xx

The colours of the Desert and Outback Australia
even in winter! 
Wattle... little ones 
Native gum tree flowers.. so pretty!
Original wattle (Acacia).. with long flowers pods 
Ground cover... tiny silver grey leaves and yellow buds 
Purdy and purple 
Wowee! Look at the size of that Feral cat print!  
The Billabong served as an Australian Bush Canvas 
The Waterhole/billabong 
Mum and Ginger share secret 'girl stuff' 
You have a carrot, I know you do! 
Sharing a kiss  
Mum brushed the flies away that were bothering Ginger
and got a kiss as a thank you!
Just a'walkin 
Sharing breath and then a cuddle
with Ginger rubbing her face up and down mum!