We both wanted to make an early start this morning as it was predicted to be a hot one and we had a day of walking planned. Loved one managed to get up, make out packed lunch and a cup of tea before I had joined to waking world. This had been the first night for a long time that I had had a solid night’s sleep. The downside was the snoring that had driven loved one out of bed.
Our first objective was the walk to Wangara Lookout. We arrived at the park headquarters and checked our plans with the rangers. It was all good so we started our little trek
A little way along we met a couple pushing their daughter along in a wheelchair. We stopped and had a little chat about wheelchair access. This trio had obviously been places that others would find impossible. The chair had some food on the front to help with gradients and the wheels looked a lot tougher than normal wheelchair wheels. They told us that they intended to get the chair to the homestead even though that required negotiating about twenty roughly cut steps. I liked their attitude and the way they went about things.
The route took us past sliding rocks, loved one reminisced about playing on the rocks when her parents brought her here as a child.
The homestead marked the end of the level track and the start of the climb. This was where the farmers lived at the turn of the last century and where they tried to grow crops in Land totally unsuitable for the task. The interpretation boards told the whole story of overheating. Hard work, floods and disasters.
The heat made the walk up to the lookout a lot harder than I expected but it was worth it for the views over the pound. We stood there for a while taking photos, admiring the view and eating oranges.
We celebrated our return to civilisation with a cup of tea at the visitors’ centre. As it was lunch time we hauled out the now squashed rolls that loved one had prepared this morning. This was a signal for the local wildlife to gather and to stare hungrily into our eyes in the hope of a crumb or two. The miner bird tried a smash and grab raid, but failed. The magpie played the long game and piled on the guilt by introducing us to her starving and crying chick. The magpie won a few morsels. I also found out that they don’t like dried apricots, miner birds do.
We took the dirt road at speeds that were for me a little too quick. I wasn’t used to the way a car moves on dirt roads. It’s like a nearly in control roller coaster. We arrived at the car park and took the short stroll up the dry river bed to find the aboriginal art works. We found some but im not convinced that we found them all as the map in the car park showed a place we hadn’t visited.
Our last visit of the day was to Arkaroo Rock to see some more aboriginal art. We reeled slowly up the hill past lizards and goats until we found the impressive rock formation that had been used as a canvas. I looked at the carvings and paintings and suffered my usual doubt. They looked like they could have been put there yesterday. I had no way of knowing if they had or not, apart from the big iron grill that was protecting them from vandalism.
It had rained whist we were walking and the kangaroos were now lining the edge of the road to drink out of the puddles. The seemed unperturbed about us heading towards them at speed. They took their own time to get out of the way. I’ve heard a lot of stories about kangaroos on the road causing a menace to cars, I could now see how true they were.
I don’t understand this country’s obsession with bar-b-ques but as a gas one was provided for the use of all we did our meat on it. We sat in the fading sunlight eating our dinner of chicken sausage, lamb and salad whilst chatting about aching limbs and feeling tired.