Day 9 Mt Wood Homestead to Innamincka
It was kind of a bit sad to pack up and leave the Homestead because after Innamincka we are going to be 6 nights bush camping with no showers and frankly, I”m not interested in that anymore! I am over the bush camping.
We set off for the Wild Deserts project - an area where they are trying to repopulate for the bilby’s by use of dog fence; dingo deterrent at the cattle grid (there’s a barking sound that plays every time you drive through it or anyone goes close to it); and just general revegetation. It was actually quite interesting reading the information panels there and Russell as usual did a bit of birding. However whilst we were there a caravan and car pulled up, and next minute there’s a large woman with her dog on a leash wandering around the display. This is illegal and particularly annoying because even the scent of a dog will put off bilby’s from coming out of their burrows, so it completely defeats the purpose.
We then made our way to Cameron corner. All there is there is a pub, called “The Corner Store”, and a post marking the spot the 3 borders meet. The pub is again full of cute Australiana, but this time in the form of obscure baseball caps, and the usual misogynistic and alcohol referenced signs. There’s a clock with SA time, QLD time, NSW time and “Corner time” - which is set permanently at 5 o’clock (aka beer o’clock). After the obligatory photos and so on - yes I got one with a boob in each state - we had a spot of lunch.
Then in the afternoon we had a major adventure. We were in SA and driving along the highway which was quite corrugated, so everything was rattling and shaking. As I approached one of the mini hills, I went to change down a gear and boom! My gearstick came out! This was definitely not good. So I radioed on to Michael but he was out of range. We tried to contact Mike who was also out of range. Eventually though, as they were behind us, they caught us up and he hopped out to help.
Fortunately although it looked like I’d lost my gearbox, I hadn’t, and Mike was able to get it going. So we set off and that’s when we came across a funny scene - Michael, Karen and Tony all out of the Triton; Michael with arms flailing, red-faced and ranting; Karen lying in the dust underneath the Triton trying to jack the tyre up; and Tony, beer in hand, looking on for support. Yup, Michael had a flat!
His rant was that the jack was faulty and he was about to hoik it to kingdom come when Mike stopped him. The problem wasn’t the jack, it was that a plug or something hadn’t been put properly on, so no amount of winding and winching would move the tyre. With Mike to the rescue again, they soon had the tyre changed and we were back on the road.
By this point I was pretty much over this whole trip, with my gear stick now flailing quite loosely, but fortunately we made it over the ridiculous corrugating and on to the Strezlecki track, which surprisingly had graders on the road and beautiful new bitumen!. So we headed off to the Moomba viewing centre, which was really not all that exciting, just a view over the mining town.
Next was the Dillon Highway, which surprisingly was very good, and before too long we made it into Innamincka! Here we had the luxury of staying in the motel, because there was no way with this heat, flies and mozzies, were we staying in the free camp by the river. Michael had also seen the light about this and booked a room, but Mike and Cath stayed down by the river. Yay, we had showers!
Dinner that night in the pub would have to have been one of the best on the whole trip!