|Mount Dare and Dalhousie Springs||May 21 2017|
The Mt Dare hotel.
To be sure, we filled with diesel. About one third of a tank since Oodnadatta.
We also purchased our South Australia Desert Parks Pass here.
Valid for a year, for multiple parks, we are mildly annoyed we are paying for something we won't (can't) really make a lot of use of.
It feels like we are paying the fixed costs of head office when our trip is variable.
|A large flock of zebra finches occupies trees around the garden at Mt Dare.|
|In competition with the large flock of budgerigars.|
Its not Christmas. They are tinnie holders.
Mt Dare used to be a station. It became a national park. The homestead is now a hotel.
Talk is of "the season" and who has passed through.
This is "4wd country" and we ponder for a brief moment why we are here.
Perhaps a means to an end. Hopefully simple enjoyment of the desert.
There's been a little (10mm) rain at Birdsville which has slowed the flow of people.
So, off to Dalhousie Springs.
The country is continually changing.
Sometimes abruptly. Always gradually.
Almost imperceptibly, it seems to be a bit drier.
With a stop at Three O'clock Creek campsite for water.
Reputedly good potable water.
This is marked only on the Westprint map provided with the Desert Parks Handbook.
About 15km before Dalhousie Springs.
Across Paddy's Clay Pan.
Or was it Paddy's Play Pen?
I think its a desert because there is no permanent surface water.
Looked like it might be a bit messy when wet.
Annual rainfall in the Simpson is about 100mm.
This land is dry. But seemingly well vegetated.
Not the main spring. This is to the west.
There's a track. But not much evidence of people using it.
The bubbly bit in the middle is where hot water rises.
A big mound spring. The water flow has been sufficient to keep the vent clear.
|We are a couple of thousand km from the sea.|
The main attraction at Dalhousie.
The water is a warm 38 deg C.
We are on the opposite side of the spring, there's a bridge for our return.
We went for a swim later.
For now sufficient to contemplate nature.
The springs feed, you guessed it, Spring Creek.
|Here's the beginning of Spring Creek as it flows from the big spring.|
|Following day we walked east from the campsite for 3km.|
|Across clay pan to more springs.|
Enjoyed the salt crystals.
It didn't look quite like the gypsum commonly found.
Much finer grained.
We guess a photo is taken periodically for comparison over time.
This is number 8xxx7.
A lot of photos.
Million year old water (or at least water that has taken a million years to flow underground from where it fell in the Great Dividing Range through the Great Artesian Basin to spew out of a crack in the rock to provide us with entertainment).
Not as much water as there used to be.
As seems typical of a large proportion of human encounters with natural resources it is being consumed more rapidly than replenished.
Together called Kingfisher Springs.
This is called Mother Spring.
And this duck is enjoying Two Boys Spring.
We are vaguely aware of Aboriginal presence in the area.
Vaguely aware of song lines.
Vaguely aware of trading routes.
There is a story associated with these springs.
We will have to do some research..
|More of Two Boys.|
|And on the way back, more salt.|
|Ambutchera Lookout and Purni Bore||May 22 2017|