Sunday 15 June 2014

Day 9: The famous Oodnadatta Track

Bacon, eggs and tomato cooked over an open fire. What a way to start the morning.



 A leisurely start saw us leave the Gammon Ranges and head along past 'Little Jimmy Hill' and 'James Dam' to name just a few. 



Looking at the map there are some other interesting landmarks most noticeable the dozens of abandoned mines dotted through the landscape.  In 1886 two prospectors, Brady and Smith, found gold in a dry and nameless creek. That one golden rock gouged out of the earth resulted in several thousand people grabbing their pick and swag and heading out looking for their fortune. Looking at the abandoned mines with names such as Nichols Nob Mine and Dead Finish Mine there is little that remains apart from the gouged out river beds and dirt piles. Most signs of habitation has turned to dust with the landscape as empty as it was before they came. 

A quick refuel at Leigh Creek then on to the famous Oodnadatta track. The Oodnadatta track makes its way from Maree to Marla on the Stuart a Highway. The path of the track is defined by the location of springs that come to the surface allowing life to cling to its edges.  Much like the aborigines of the past, the early Europeans also followed this life line in to the interior.  What I didn't realise was Oodnadatta gets its name from the Antikirinja Aboriginal word "utnadatta" meaning "blossom of the smelly mulga, gidgee".  I think because I have not washed for several days I did not notice the bad smell of the mulga (although someone tells me it needs to be wet so I am happy we have not seen rain). The track was in reasonably good condition now being a major short cut for travellers. For us however we will only be going as far as Oodnadatta then taking a less worn path to Finke.  But that is better left for a later story.



Having travelled as far as Maree in a previous trip we did not stop at places such as Farina so after leaving Maree we travelled for about an hour until camp beckoned.  With an interesting relic of the old ghan line next to our site we watched the sun light fade over the red rusty stanchions and the ink black night take over with its millions of twinkling stars.







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