Category: Big Australia Adventure (2025)

These roads were the most challenging we have travelled and took two nights and three days to do it. Six tyres were deflated to 30 PSI and two rear car tyres to 33 PSI. The dirt roads commenced at North Blinman, to Marree, to Lake Eyre, to William Creek, to Coober Pedy. The distance was 590kms. We were pleased with the way car and van handled the demanding conditions. (The “spare” spare tyre on the roof rack loosened its bindings and the sliding door of the bathroom came off its runner). The only dust that seeped in was when we forgot to secure the dust cover at the base of the door 😳 Rookie error.

Unusual sculptures along the road were constructed of metal remnants of discarded cars, machinery equipment and planes.

Stunning Lake Eyre

The water from Queensland floods had not arrived (due in another week) so there were no birds.

Coward Springs

William Creek

We had NO idea that the only road linking Blinman with Parachilna was not bitumen. We bumped and shuddered along the worst road ever travelled, but were presented with extraordinary sights of majestic rock faces, secluded creek beds and breathtaking vistas.

Parachilna Prarie Hotel and surrounds.

We share three nights at Alpana Station with Bob and Sue, who were travelling in their motor home. On the first full day we explored Brachina and Bunyeroo Gorges and onto iconic Razorback Lookout. We travelled through rocky, dry riverbeds, lined with magnificent river gums. The walls of the channels shone red, orange brown & ochre in contrast to the white mottled trunks & branches.

Views from the drone of the extraordinary rock formations of the ridge called the Great Wall of China.

Pleasant 6 kms walk in Wilpena Pound – magnificent river gums!

Our camp for 3 nights here is 20 minutes east of Hawker on a sheep station run for 5 generations by the McInnes family. Stunningly beautiful and quintessential Australian countryside, despite being in drought since 2017.

It was Anzac Day and as we travelled, we passed tiny communities, many of who were respectfully conducting their Anzac services. Our route took us through Peterborough, which was established by settlers from Germany in the mid 1800s. Over coffee we shared a lively conversation with a group of bikers on their way around Australia in FIVE WEEKS!

This historic mining town was, unbeknown to us, the venue for a classic production car rally for the long weekend. We had planned to stay behind the pub, but after inquiring, we had to go to the Showgrounds. Drivers, support teams and officials – over 600 people- were invading Burra.

At the border we had forgotten we had to discard our fruit & veg before entering SA. So we quickly cooked 7 apples, ate the plums, grapes and half a kiwi fruit. Had to destroy the rest and hand over some delicious honey from Taree markets. The still hot apples passed scrutiny. Thought we were complying and had cut up the lemons and put them in the freezer. Caught out! The half hour they were in there wasn’t long enough as the official said they were “too soft”. Consequently there was a discussion with the supervisor, a redirection to the office, 2 forms filled in, and photos taken of the lemons and Gary’s drivers license . Decisions & probable fine after documentation is sent to Adelaide. OVERKILL nanny state, waste of resources!

We spent a very pleasant day at Berri on the Murray River while the van was being serviced nearby. Riverside walk, coffee and Loch #4. Our overnight stay was at the van park by the river too.

Our overnight stay was at Narrandera Showgrounds and we went to the Exservicemen’s Club for dinner. Unexpectedly, Wayne and Glenda were also there on their way to Deniliquin. We had not seen them for about 30 years! We joined them and had a delightful time catching up.

The Captains Walk and the birthplace of Donald Bradman – lunch stop.

Stunning autumn colours as we walked in the town.

On our walk we chatted to a stall holder. He was 71 year old Philip, a farmer from Orange, who came every Sunday with his truck of fruit & vegetables to, in his words, “feed the town – they depend on me.” He sleeps in his truck while there because the local pub lost rooms due to floods. Philip cares for the elderly, the pensioners and in particular a struggling young mum with 3 children. He puts extra produce in their orders. The closest fresh fruit & veg is in Yass, 50+ kms from Gunning. He passionately discussed politics but finished with, “it’s the people who are important, the people.” We said our goodbyes, shook his hand and went on our way, carrying fruit he insisted giving us, feeling we has been privileged to meet such a wonderful gentleman.