Very nice photos, Graybeard and the scenary has it's own distinctive look too. Thanks for posting them.
Very nice photos, Graybeard and the scenary has it's own distinctive look too. Thanks for posting them.
Hello Greg,
A considerable contrast to our present Yukon conditions, where I decided I'd best push through the 10 centimeters of wet snow and pull my carrot harvest, before the ground beneath froze.
Some interesting real estate and vegetation you've got down your way. Caramel expressed concern at the lack of good graze, yet I see in at least a couple of the pictures that the region is not entirely without amenity.
Nice cooking over the campfire shot. What's in the frying pan, by the way? Not unlike Caramel, my eye tends toward the flavour and texture of life, lol.
Thank you for the details of Sturt's ill-fated wanderings. Caramel doesn't really want to know what happened to all of the animals attached to the expedition....
So, is this your escape from the 'trouble and strife' in life, or was there a mission appended to your journeying, also? At a guess, I would suspect such travels tie in to your interests in science and evolution, among others.
Best Regards,
Lorrina
So many paths to the same destination,
would, but I could, experience them all...
The country that borders the edge of Sturt's Desert is (foolishly) utilised by stations (ranches) ... It supports 1 sheep to every 5 hectares (about 12 acres) and 1 head of beef equals 5 sheep .... that is, 1 head of beef to 60 acres ... its not what you would call productive ... and as well, the sheep and cattle are mostly part of the reason the desert is spreading.
I use cast iron for all cooking .... we had salad (the same as I posted in MJA's thread) , potatoes in foil and rib fillet (steak delmonico ??) with fried onions every nite, and breakfast, and lunch ... lol
As a last desperate attempt to breakout (after Poole's death), they slew 3 bullocks, filled their skins with water, put them in the bullock dray and attempted to leave. They had only gone a few kilometres when one of the skins started leaking 'from a hundred holes' ... as it could not be saved Sturt gave orders to immediately give it to the dray bullocks .... they refused it !! For a thirsty beast to refuse water in a desert ???
Yes .... I found (actually Roscoe found) a beautiful fossil that is part of the shoreline of the inland sea that once covered most of this continent around 250 million years ago. You can see where the last shallow waves left the last sand ripples on the beach before they drained and evaporated away forever as the tectonic plate buckled upwards.
cool bananas ... greg (thanks for the compliments on the photos .. )
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both'
... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Some beautiful pics here, Greg. The light in some of them is haunting, the subject matter 'sculptural'...but, man, it's desolate!!!
I like the pic of Roscoe standing at the 'gates of hell' - LOL! I know...it's not quite hell, but without the modern acoutrements, it's waiting to be experienced...
Hasten the day it's all back at the bottom of the ocean, I say.
(If anyone thinks I'm being exceptionally critical: it's my country, too, and I can say what I like about it - OK?).
But nothing's lost. Or else: all is translation And every bit of us is lost in it... - James Merrill
I hadn't thought of that. Good name, the gates of hell. Roscoe wanted that picture particularly.
But I found it beautiful and could cheerfully have stayed there a month.
Strangely and trivially NSW's (or is it South OZ ??) floral emblem is 'Sturt's Desert Pea' and this is where it grows . I have some seeds that I am going to try and grow.
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'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both'
... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
At least you won't have to worry about not watering them...
But nothing's lost. Or else: all is translation And every bit of us is lost in it... - James Merrill
The computer in our car was telling us we had a serious engine fault, a duststorm was racing up behind us.
We found the fault, fixed it, and raced to Milparinka ( a one pub town, and nothing else except a closed courthouse) just ahead of the storm.
The AFL Grand Final was on in Melbourne ... hence the crowd ... lol
We bought a bottle of Bundy at the Milparinka pub, and that night we got pissed at the camp .... lol
maybe that was stoned as well .... lol
cool bananas ... greg
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both'
... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Excellent vacation you've just taken me on Greg, Thanks...rrr
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