Flinders Ranges - Adelaide to Arkaroola
Having spent quite a bit of time in the Northern Flinders ranges in years gone by it was time to muster up the bikes and head north from Adelaide to check out the country side since season breaking rains had recently fallen in the area.
The plan called for a leisurely pace over a week, camping out each night and staying off the tar as much as possible. The crew consisted of the 3. Russell and and I on DR 650’s and Paul on his aptly named 250 Kawasaki ‘Sherpa’.
Day 1 Adelaide to Wirrabra Forest
Ready for departure
We took the winding roads through the Adelaide Hills via Lower Hermitage and soon popped out at Gawler before running into our first little problem. The trusty GPS had us heading down one of the many dirt roads north of Gawler when we came to a dead end.. The newly completed 4 lane Northern Expressway had cut a swath through our chosen road. After a bit of a recce we soon found a spot through the fence on one side and to the bemusement of the motorists we undid a portion of a gate on the other side and made good our intended escape route.
Where there’s will there’s a way..
Soon we were passing through green farming land with the occasional creek crossing.
Then we came to some muddy sections of track that called for some detours
We stopped for a break at another creek crossing before heading into Laura
Here we encountered our second problem for the day. With space in our kit for a 24 can slab of beer with ice (2 days ration) we found the only cans available at the pub were in 30 packs! Oh well, we found a way to fit them surprisingly!
From Laura we checked out a few tracks into the area for future reference then moved through to Wirrabra Forest
No sign of Ostrich!
Nice tracks through the forest
With a stealth campsite already sussed out from a previous trip we soon found our makeshift ‘gate’ and made our way through.
We explored a few tracks through the pines
before Paul’s Sherpa got a bit weary from the load and had a lie down
With enough riding for the day we decided to make camp and settle down with a few beers and listen to the last half of the AFL Grand Final on the radio. What a cracker match as it turned out – a draw!
Camp night 1
Paul, our resident fire maker, soon had the fire up and going and dinner was the go. We lashed out on the first night with steaks and snags brought from home.
Lucky for this little bloke we saw him before he got near the fire
With our beer quota for the day soon gone and a port to wash it down it was into the tents after an enjoyable first day.
bull600 screwed with this post 06-09-2013 at 05:04 AM