Day – 9 Uluru to Kings Creek Station

10/07/2017

This morning we had a very early and cold start as we were doing the Field of Lights sunrise. Our coach picked us up at 5.50 am and off we went to the event with 65 other poor cold souls. It was a very short drive and within 10 minutes we had arrived and off we walked with torches supplied down in to the dunes and as we walked we got our first look at the 50000 lights spread out like a crazy acid trip garden. As we walked the lights would shimmer and change colour every 20 seconds and it was a pretty nice site in the dark. We managed to walk through and around the entire show before making our way back up the dunes to the sunrise viewing platform where hot tea, coffee and chocolate were on offer. Not sure if it was the cold or getting up so early or the fact that we had packed up the van ready to leave today that we felt we had seen enough sunrises and sets but either way we were ready to go. Of course other folks were keen to wait on the sunrise and so we watched the sun come up over Uluru and Kata Tjuta for the last time and it still was an amazing site. Once back at camp we waste no time hooking up and getting ready for today’s drive to Kings Creek Station where we will be based for the next three nights. Our new mates are also leaving just ahead of us and we say our goodbyes and both know we will meet up later as they are heading to the same place as us but he may go to the resort whilst we are not.

We make,light work of getting up the road a good bit before we pull over and have a wee break and a cereal before Kaz hands over the driving to me to do the second leg. I am passed for the umpteenth time by a 4 X 4 group travelling in convoy as usual. Not long after we arrive at the station and immediately know we are going to enjoy this stay. Parked out front is the helicopter which we will book a flight with and It is very much a bush scene. After booking in we follow a quad bike to our spot. On arrival we are very happy bunnies as the allocated space is huge and comes complete with a fire pit. Showing our city credentials we ask where we get the wood from and quad man says out in the bush mate and it must not be from within the grounds of the station. I laugh but quad man is not laughing ( this could be a Wolf Creek Moment I thought ) and suck in my smile. I had laughed coz this station covered a million acres but he meant within the immediate area.
We head to the little station store and realise that our rations are more than the store has for sale but we remember that the resort has a store and ask “how far” not far says the woman about 40 k’s, ok, so an 80 k round trip and it’s not even for booze. Whilst driving up we are now on the look out for firewood and spot some possibilities for the return trip. The resort is a carbon copy of where we just left and we are again happy about our bush camp setting. Stores in hand ready to leave and we see it, a pub and waste no time in hunting down a cold one and some food. Then it’s off on the 40 k wood hunt, the roads speed is 110 k’s an hour and so stopping on a dime might be difficult but we see a suitable dead tree and head in for the kill. I then feel the spikes in my legs as the little jaggy spikes from the grass take their revenge and make us pay a price for our wood bounty. In reality what we have collected is thin and dry we will have a bushfire for about 5 minutes we reckon. As we arrive back and unload our meagre collection of wood the place is starting to fill up and we sit back and watch as the masses set up camp and we have a panoramic view and make comment on anything that moves. Good news also is the fact that we have wall to wall sunshine as usual but now at last we are feeling the heat of 23 degrees, lovely.

Everyone round the camp start their fires going and we join in and in minutes we too are enjoying the glow as night falls and you could be forgiven thinking there is a meeting of the KKK happening. When we are happy that our fronts have had enough we stand up to toast our rears when through the bush out steps a dingo and Kaz freaks out and heads for the van to hide. I stay close to the flames and the dingo who looks very well fed and strong trots through the camp and disappears in to night. Kaz decides it’s perhaps a good time to turn in and we retire for the night.

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