Today we left our wonderful campsite at Brachina East campground (no. 7 in case you’re interested) Quite private at the end of the road, sunshine by day for our solar panels and protection from the worst of the wind at night, good campfire pit, and not too far from the toilet. We checked out almost all of the bush campsites in Flinders Ranges National Park and were impressed with the consistent high quality of the bush camps, and we would have been happy to stay at any number of them.
|What a difference a day makes - above and below. Note the hidden mountain|
|Our campsite from the hill above|
Our destination was Parachilna Gorge to the north of Brachina Gorge and outside the national park. We had been told that there are many lovely campsites there and that firewood is abundant. We found a fairly protected site near a bend in the creek, but the wind often roared up the gorge. Someone must have spread the word far and wide about the abundant firewood because there was hardly any available. However, someone had very considerately left a bundle of 4 by 2s from a demolition job just near our campsite. They were very welcome.
En route we stopped for lunch at Blinman, a small town in the northern Flinders which was previously a copper mining town, like many in South Australia. Blinman has few facilities, not even fuel and no longer a school. It has a café in the old schoolhouse and loves to relieve travellers of their money with inflated prices.
|The Old Schoolhouse - now the Wild Lime Cafe|
|Old pug and pine cottage|
|Blinman B and B|
|The old Police Lock up and cells|
|David and Rob on the town grader|
The next day we had a lay day, sat in the protected dry creek bed and soaked up the 20⁰ warmth, strolled along the creek, checked out the birdlife and did boring things like the washing. We notched up a first at this camp site. While respectable Rob and Carol set up their shower tent and had their not quite daily showers, I suggested David use our new shower pole and have our showers in the open air but away from the view of any passing vehicles. No photos allowed. It was a bit breezy so it helped with the water economy.
|The view from our campsite|
|Mature river gums shining white in the sunlight|
|A rock in the riverbed or ET?|
|Gum seedlings by the thousand taking advantage of any moisture they can find|
|The willy wagtail was finally still enough to photograph|