Geography: Lake Eyre, 16 metres below sea level, is the lowest elevation in Australia. It is the driest area, receiving only 8-2mm average annual rainfall.
Following the Oodnadatta Track is a journey back to the days of early
European exploration and settlement. The most obvious historical relics are the last
remaining sleepers and ruins of the original Ghan railway that run alongside the track
from MAREE to WILLIAM CREEK.
The Oodnadatta Track is usually referred to as the stretch of good dirt
road from Maree through to Oodnadatta which follows a major Aboriginal trade route, the
original track taken by the explorer Stuart, the Overland Telegraph Line
and the Old Ghan Railway Line. Along the route there are mound
springs, Lake Eyre (Australia's largest lake), the biggest
cattle station in the world (Anna Creek Station - owned by Kidman) and an everchanging
countryside that is both harsh and beautiful.
As I mentioned previously on the Birdsville Track page, Maree is a
good place to stock up your supplies. There are 2 supermarkets, 2 caravan parks, the pub
and some interesting bits of local history that fill in the gaps you missed in history
class. But as is our way, we avoided staying in town and opted for bush camping at LAKE
EYRE. About 1km out of town heading west on the Oodnadatta Track you turn right
at the sign to Muloorina Station and Lake Eyre. You pass through the
station at 53km and continue on for another 46km until you reach the absolute end of the
road at the southern bank of Lake Eyre North. This section is National Park so you need
your SA Desert Parks Pass to camp. There are no facilities and it appears that it is not a
popular spot to camp as there is no protection from either sun or wind. I was adamant
about seeing both a sunset and sunrise over the lake so we stayed out there for the night.
Camping at Lake Eyre
(Muloorina Track)
There is another much better place to camp, also for free, on the
Muloorina Station. They have an RFDS collection box for donations which pleases us.
Backtracking the 46km to the station the following morning we found excellent camp sites
along a shallow, narrow section of the Frome River which in this dry and
barren environment is a welcome sight - unfortunately it is salty and stirred-up at
accessible edges by cattle who use it as a watering hole. There are a few interesting
tracks around the river and signs lead you to an attractive clearing that the station
owners have setup for swimming and day use providing a small floating jetty and an
enormous tyre tube. From here we followed a walking track along a flowing spring of warm
water that we guessed was coming from a bore. Upstream we found it was waste from a bore
used for the generation of electricity for the station.
From our camp at sunset we strolled along the bank of the river and
watched the variety of birds and their fascinating afternoon antics. Finally, our patience
was rewarded when a pair of huge brolgas swooped in on the river and danced playfully on
the bank before settling under a tree. David has it all on video and the locals told us it
was quite rare to see this display. I also managed to snap a few pictures from the
opposite bank - and that night we decided we need a longer lens!
The following day we returned to Maree, purchased fuel and more supplies
and headed out along the Oodnadatta Track with absolutely no idea how long it would take
us. The track to the next "town", William Creek (just a pub), is 203km but the
guide books I use showed 8 sidings, a repeater station, mound springs and various ruins
that we estimated would take much more than a day to explore. In fact we only got as far
as 169km after a very early start and late afternoon finish. This was certainly not due to
road conditions as the road could easily be travelled by a 2WD during dry weather but
because of the amount of relics that caught our eye we took our time. There is not a lot
of information available at these sights and many of the best would be missed unless you
used a good guide book and map. We used the Lonely Planet Outback Australia,
Feb 98 edition and the Westprint Oodnadatta map and still felt they were
inadequate in places. The historical information on the map is probably better written
than in the book but the book gives track details (however they can be confusing and
inaccurate). But, the point is we would not have got as much out of our trip along this
track without some back up information.
David was fascinated by most of the remains of both telegraph and track
and spent hours wandering along the remains attempting to find pieces of undamaged
insulators. We were amazed to read that it is permissible to collect the sleepers from the
Ghan for use as firewood but later read that most of the track was stripped and recycled
for track in Qld after it was closed. Heaps of track remains, mostly sleepers scattered in
piles amongst scrub and dust but there has been some attempt at restoration at a few of
the sidings. Curdimurka is pleasingly restored but the rest have been
left to ruin and vandalism by unthoughtful tourists. The worst are the sidings just out of
Maree where graffiti left by squatters completely destroys the atmosphere of your
historical journey.
Curdimurka
Blanches Cup and The Bubbler are two live Mound Springs
that are protected by a conservation park but can be visited for free. We enjoyed visiting
these as the information displays gave us a much better idea of the land around us and
suddenly we noticed just how prolific the springs are along the Oodnadatta Track.
Water for the Ghan was not extracted from the mound springs but from deep
underground bores. Visiting the sidings you can see water softener tanks built to remove
the harmful minerals from the bore water that caused heavy scaling on the boilers of the
steam-trains. Unfortunately, there is no water softener available at the bore head at Beresford
Siding where we chose to camp but we found the hot water coming from the bore
irresistible after 5 days of bush camping without a shower. Someone has layed a few
sleepers for a shower floor and if you don't mind the colour of the water (black) its a
great refresher. We setup camp just over the hill overlooking the large dam that was built
to supply water to the steam locomotives but now used as a watering hole for an incredible
amount of wildlife including hundreds of cattle, corellas, galahs, ducks, top-not pigeons,
eagles and crows. I'd been carrying washing in a bucket of water from the river at
Muloorina and quickly hung that out to dry in the hot breeze of the late afternoon and by
morning it was all dry, including cargo pants and thick socks.
One of the interesting things we've noticed is that literally 90% of all
vehicles we've seen on this track are Troopys! Usually it would be a fair mix of 80
series, Troopy's, 75 trays, Patrols and Hiluxes but this time it is definitely the
Terrific Troopcarrier. Not not there were many vehicles on the track at the one time, in
fact we saw 3 heading east into Maree as we were heading out and then 3 more in convoy
passed our camp at sunset and finally just on dark another Troopy setup camp at the
Beresford siding not far from us. The last vehicle to pass our camp along the Oodnadatta
track was a 3 trailer long road train full of fuel and the first vehicle to hit the track
just on sunrise was another. These were the only trucks we saw the entire stretch of both
the Birdsville and Oodnadatta tracks.
Our second day on the Oodnadatta Track we found excellent ruins that
weren't mentioned in the guide books but are well signposted. About 32km past Beresford
Dam we came to Strangeways Siding on the right, with nothing much left,
but to the left of the road a rough bulldusty track took us up a hill to an impressive
ruined site that was once the Strangeways TelegraphRepeater
Station. There are stone-walled stock pens, a huge stone-walled water tank that
looks more like a church until you find it has no door, and other crumbling ruins. This
site has also come under protection by a conservation group but for tourists all this
means is steeping through a rabbit proof fence.
Before reaching William Creek we came across a dozen camels and 8 feral
looking girls who were walking 1000km through the South Australian desert hoping to raise
awareness about the national radioactive waste dump proposed to be open in Billa
Kalina.Their mission was called Humps not Dumps www.green.net.au/humpsnotdumps
Just 7km before arriving at William Creek we turned right onto a 72km long
track out to Lake Eyre North. This track is marked 4WD (mainly because of large potholes,
soft sand, and claypans) and takes you 62km to a Y junction at the ugliest section of Lake
Eyre you'll see. The terrain all around appears burnt out but on closer inspection you
realise that it's not the holocaust that the ferals have predicted but strange natural
colours of the landform. As soon as you turn left and begin the 10km out to Halligan Bay
you leave the stark black scenery behind and suddenly you are surround in soft pastels and
salmon coloured sand. The sand is soft but there was no need to deflate tyres thankfully.
Reaching the end you finally see what you've come
all this way for
- a bay of pure white as far as the eye can see.
Other than the information shelter and a small water tank there is
absolutely nothing else here but salt. We were able to walk out along the softer, muddy
brown coloured crust which crumbled beneath our weight for about a kilometre until we came
to the edge of the starkest white.
The salt is hard enough to break into chunks
We stayed a while and then backtracked to the Oodnadatta track - wondering
what kind of person would be so stupid to consider walking this far in the December heat.
In 1998 a couple of misfortunate travellers, who after 3 days of waiting for someone after
they had car trouble, decided to walk back for help. The pair had an argument and the guy
returned to his vehicle and was later rescued, but his partner was not so lucky and
perished about 40km short of the Oodnadatta track. A cross beside the road marks the spot
where she was found the next day. It's worth the drive out for the view and for a sharp
reminder of how desolate this country is. It's all too easy from the comfort of your
airconditioned 4WD to forget how reliant you are on the shelter it provides. The rule is
never to leave your car.
When we finally got to WILLIAM CREEK it was lunchtime so
we stopped at the pub to rub shoulders with the locals. We didn't leave there until 2
hours later but feeling refreshed we travelled another 70km to a bush camp on the road out
to Coober Pedy at LAKE CADDI (Caddiwarrabirracanna) the longest place
name in Australia. Having no idea what we'd find we were impressed with the apparent
beach-front camp site we found and some firewood. Unfortunately the water was very salty
and almost impossible to get close to without sinking beneath the deep crust of salt and
mud.
The guidebooks all say that it's impossible to find firewood but we have
had little trouble. We are currently travelling without our trailer and because of our
pop-top have no roof-rack to carry firewood. We tend to choose camp sites in dry creekbeds
or near lakes and have been lucky to find plenty of good dead wood to enjoy an open fire
each night.
We lifted camp the next morning and headed towards COOBER PEDY.
The track west from William Creek to Coober Pedy is marked on the maps as an
"unmaintained" and rough road but we found it in much better condition than even
the Oodnadatta Track mainly because of the lack of corrugations. The approach to Coober
Pedy was incredibly dusty and the wind seemed to be unrelentless. We often thought we were
catching up to traffic ahead but found it was only dust being blown off the tops of
bulldust. As we neared town and saw the multi-coloured mounds of the opal mines we started
to reconsider camping out in the elements and almost without discussing it headed towards
the various motels to find a room. Those of you who know us will know that it would take
quite a deal of bad weather to put us into a motel as we've bush camped almost
continuously for 14months. We've already had a few sleepless nights due to wind and the
novelty of the dust was wearing a bit thin.
We chose to stay at the local backpackers lodge Radekas, in a private room
for $40 which we preferred to the cheap motels as it had excellent communal cooking
facilities, TV rooms, pool table and free tea/coffee all day and gave us the opportunity
to stay in an underground dwelling (the novelty of Coober Pedy). Since we arrived early in
the day we were thankful for the ability to get into our room to escape the howling, dusty
wind.
We did our bit of tourism and looked in half a dozen of the 30 opal
shops. David bought me a beautiful white solid opal set in a stylish triangle on a plain
band.
Following that purchase I was thoroughly spoilt even more by not having to cook
dinner and ordered a takeaway in our room.
The next day was Sunday and is supposedly the locals' golf day. We passed
the golf course on our way to the Underground Pottery and there was definitely no one out
on the course in the strong wind. The potter was Peter Rowe but we were more taken by his
photography and his wife's interesting method of framing using a sand technique she'd
developed. We chatted about film and photography for a few hours and found he uses the
same camera as we do. He's given us a few tips after looking at our photos - most of which
were to have our better shots reprinted at a lab to improve the balance of light exposure.
Unfortunately, we have to put up with the automatic machines at the one-hour type shops on
this trip and feel lucky that we've even got that! Since Broken Hill, Coober Pedy is the
only place we've been able to get film developed and the next stop will be Alice Springs.
After stopping at a few more of the tourist sites we headed out of town for a bush camp
back at Lake Caddi. The windy conditions continued and we had our second night of rain
drops. Not enough yet to soften the track but the sky has been dark and threatening.
The return trip from Coober Pedy via William Creek was preferable than
heading north and cutting east to Oodnadatta because we wanted to visit some of the more
important historical sites along the last section of the Oodnadatta Track These included
the ruins of Peake Telegraph Station, the Giles memorial and
the Algebuckina Bridge which we are currently camped beneath as I write
this. Tonight the sunset is brilliant, due to the streaky clouds across the sky. David has
left with the camera to photograph it. We are suffering again from a strong easterly wind
but are attempting to get some protection behind the huge mound of the line build-up at
the southern end of the bridge.
The last stretch of 51km into Oodnadatta in the morning was a quick event.
We fuelled up with diesel costing 87.6 c/L but didn't need anything else. Shopping in
Coober Pedy was excellent and I'm glad I didn't need to rely on the basic range of
supplies at Oodnadatta. This is one of the last places to dispose of rubbish into a bin
but we forgot and had to take it with us to Mt Dare. Although diesel at Mt Dare was
$1.15/L and 135km from Hamilton HS for us it was better to get the extra top-up as our
capacity is 180L (the minimum suggested). Some people go from Oodnadatta direct to
Dalhousie Springs and into the Simpson Desert and others make the 140km round trip from
Dalhousie - Mt Dare before heading in. Having now driven these roads we realised we did
the right thing as no one in their right mind would chose to drive the horribly corrugated
and rutted track from Dalhousie - Mt Dare twice!
Other than fuel at Mt Dare you can buy frozen bread, phone home, camp,
have a shower and get drinkable water. When you finally get to Dalhousie Springs you'll
notice that the National Parks people have been upgrading and there is now marked off
camping areas, fire pits, toilets and showers. But the drawcard here of course is the hot
springs which no amount of crowds could hope to fill. It's a beautiful spot and underrated
I think. Admittedly we didn't see it before the upgrade and I believe it was a bit of a
dust bowl then. The dust is still here and the wind is relentless but where else can you
run around in nothing but swimmers in August without fear of crocodiles?