Flinders Ranges :: Day 7 :: Bunyaroo Gorge Wilcolo Track Mawson Trail


I woke up and sat on one of our folding stools up the hill and watched the changing landscape from the rising sun while the others slept. It was already quite warm. The flies had awoken from their slumber and were keeping me company.

The children were in great spirits. We had breakfast of baked beans and toast.  I did some laundry before we left and hoped they would dry upon our return. The park had a laundry room with multiple washing machines, washtubs as well as plentiful of hanging space. 


 We drove to Bunyaroo Gorge where a National Park Pass was required. We bought this online the night before. The corrugations rattled the car so much that one of the screws on the sun visor fell off while we were driving. Also, one of Kim’s front rack’s screws fell off as well. This screw was not so lucky. It was to be lost forever.




Razorback Lookout was amazing. The clouds danced across its stripy peaks and troughs. 



We parked our car at the carpark near Acraman Campground. We found shade and placed rocks and stools in a circle so that we could eat together. I heated up two Hart and Soul coconut pumpkin soup packs while Kim set up the bikes. We ate the soup with bread. It was delicious.

We found the Wilcolo Track a little down the road from where Bunyaroo Gorge walk started. I actually spotted the track when we went past it earlier in the car. The landscape here was very different to our previous experience. The purple-tinged shale ground with cypress pine broken by multiple of dry creek crossings. We noticed the absence of corrugations as this was a track for emergency vehicles only. It was slippery gravel with minimal rocks except at some creek crossings. It was relatively flat. It was very quiet here with kangaroos and us. There were yellow flowers sparsely growing from under the cypress trees. There was a constant view towards Wilpena Pound. The flies were plentiful here. They flew under my glasses to drink from my eyes!









There were not many bushes to hide one-self when you needed to go to the toilet. Luckily we were the only ones here. But then, when Thomas announced that he had to go to do number 2 on our return trip, I asked him to ride ahead with Kim and then drive to the Acraman Campsite for the drop toilet. Ella Mae and I were not too far behind. As we waited patiently for them to return with the car, we were covered with flies by then. A friendly kangaroo came by to say hi. 

On our drive back, we saw a gorgeous wedged tail eagle feed on a roadkill. 


We detoured to Rawnsley Bluff lookout to admire the sunset. The colours were various level of ripeness of delicious peaches.

We had dinner of risoni, cranberries, cucumber, mixed herbs and tomato paste. Afterwards, we sat by the fire to catch shooting stars before bed. 

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