Today we left Red Cliffs, getting quite an early start as we packed up in record time. Very unlike us!
We only went a short way before we had a stopover though, the Perry Sandhills are just the other side of Wentworth and we wanted to have a look at them again. Last time we went you could drive right onto the bottom of the dunes and it was great for a photo opportunity. Now care for the environment has taken precedence over convenience and you have to park at the edge and walk, how annoying! 😉
Perry Sandhills 2012.
The Perry Sandhills are a strange thing. They are like a tiny sandy desert that has become horribly lost. Face one way, dunes. Face the other and it is dead flat with trees and scrubby farmland.
We must have been the first ones to bother getting out of the car today as we had pristine dunes to run up and down. The kids were happy sliding down and making sand avalanche off the edges of the steepest dunes. Little Jack was happy running around with them but some of the sand was almost deeper than her legs so it was a real effort for her!
We only stayed a short time before packing up and heading towards Broken Hill. This is not one of the most interesting trips ever. We have this driven this road before, but this time it was far greener than we remembered it.
On the way to Broken Hill.
Obviously the wildlife was benefitting from the growth too. There were lots of emus and feral goats wandering on the sides of the roads which is interesting for the kids, but, when we are belting down the road with a heavy caravan on the back and they start to walk up onto the bitumen we don’t find it anywhere near as exciting!
goats aren’t as fast as cars……
Goats are smart and don’t often wander into the path of mechanised doom, but I have seen emus veer into the road in front of our car, throwing panicked looks over their shoulder as you draw closer, clearly wondering what is going wrong.
Luckily this has always been on a dirt road when we are travelling at a considerably slower speed, I would hate to see one do this when we are bearing down on them at over 100kmh!
Emus and goats are hard to see until you are right on them, and you just have to hope that they are smart enough to stay out of the way. We only had one near miss today, a group of three goats started to cross and only two backed out at the last minute. As the Man did his best to avoid hitting the stupidest one of the group (without killing us instead) it had a moment of clarity, turned, and ran for its life. Phew! All the other critters we encountered had sense enough to stay at a safe distance.
We arrived at Broken Hill around 2pm, which is the perfect time to beat all of the other travellers looking for an empty spot in the caravan parks. Just as well we were early, because a short time later we were sitting on our comfy chairs having a cold drink watching all the latecomers trying to back their gigantic vans into the remaining spots.
Backing a large caravan into a small spot is fraught with danger at the best of times but trying to do it while everyone else is sitting comfortably and watching with a critical eye is not my idea of fun…. Another reason we usually stay out in the bush all alone!