Well this is what the brochure said.  Our experience was not as exotic but just as enjoyable.  But more on that later.

The morning began with the quickest pack up to date.  I think we even beat Chris and Jay? (Although we did spend 2 hours last night getting ready).  We were back on the tar and Jay was getting more annoyed as we were joining the caravan procession to Ayers Rock (or Uluru depending on your persuasion). 

We fooled the kids by getting excited when we saw Mt Conner saying 'look look, Uluru!'.  On its own mt Conner is unique projecting out of the plains, but it is the poor mans cousin to Uluru.  I am sure of it was not located so close it would be a major tourist attraction but many whiz by with only a pause for a photo before moving on to the main attraction.

We spent a bit longer venturing for a walk down to one of the many salt pans that scar the landscape

From here it was only another 80 or so km to camp.  The first thing you see as you finally round one of the many bends is the folded and faulted domes of Kata Tjuta, or the Olga's. Then the un-mistakable red rock formation rises from the plains growing larger and larger as you approach exposing all 348 metres of its mystic quality.  

Before fully experiencing its awe, we set up camp with the other 2376 caravans, tents, buses, Winnebagos, wicked campers and swags.  While Jay was getting to the point of claustrophobia were were lucky enough to not have booked which meant we had to go into the overflow area.  The reason this was lucky is that we were able to have our own fire.  To ensure we received the full traditional cultural experience of this place we then visited the supermarket and tourist shops.

But what we really came here for was the Rock. Heading our for sun set we sat and watched it transform from an orange monolith backlit by the bright blue sky, through to a fire red as the last rays of the sun hit its walls, and finally in to a blue hue with streaks of pink in the sky above. 

With wine and nibbles, a kick of the footy and a view to die for it does not get much better than this.

Weather the spiritual nature of the place made Kathy happy, or she had had enough of cooking, she decided to splurge and we went out to dinner at the resort.  And the emu and kangaroo pizza was bloody good.

There is no doubt this is one of the main reason we decided to take this adventure. While I still love the more remote camping and its isolation the majesty of the rock leaves an everlasting impression that every Australian must see once in their life.