Photos
After returning to Alice, I joined the start of a half day trip to various West Macdonnell Range sites, piking at Standley Chasm so that I could walk back to Alice over 3 days and 67km. The rest of the gumbies bussed it back via Simpsons Gap.
Standley Chasm
Standley Chasm is one of the surprising number of permanent water sources on the Range. It was named after Ida Standley, who taught the children of mixed descent originally in Alice, then at Standley Chasm once they were booted out of town. It was then one of the first missions to return the land back to Aboriginal people, although not the original inhabitants. It has since been successfully managed as a tourist destination and kiosk.
My first night began with a cool drink from the kiosk, and then a cool drink from the heavens. Being a desert, rain is pretty rare in these parts, and winter rain is even more uncommon. So I spent my first night listening to the rain pitter and/or patter on my tent.
Next day I arose to cool temps, and began my march to a more populated destination. The chasm was rocky and narrow, and the surrounding terrain was rocky and steep. Spinifex grew in the flatter areas, and there were a number of trees around the chasm. Due to the overnight rain, I came across a bit of water in the creek. At my first major stop (Millers Flat), I came across two fellow walkers, and we exchanged rants on the cold weather. From there the track split - I took the high road via a 1000+ masl ridge, which offer fine views - chilled. This ridge soon descended to another, quite large water hole ("Fish Hole"). This was big enough to due a few laps in - except it was too cold. Soon after, I arrived at the Jay Creek campsite, where despite being the lone walker, three other guys were busy building a new shelter for the campsite. Once they finished their work, I enjoyed a few beers with them, along with a raging fire and a few shots of Jaegermeister. Slept well that night.
The next day was a bit longer, but much flatter. It was very easy and enjoyable desert walking, cool but sunny. I met no one until the final campsite.
Simpsons Gap
The final night was spent at a popular tourist spot, where gumbies appear late afternoon and early morning to try and spot the elusive, but non-gumbified black footed wallaby. These wallabies are quite shy, but come down to dry if everyone is quiet. Once the brats left, I managed to see a few hoppers. That night, a dingo stole my baby water supply. It chewed right through the nozzle on my Chateau Cardboard water holder. Took me a while to find the damn thing.
The final day involved a nice jaunt along some beautiful ridge lines, providing great views of the surrounding plains, and over towards Alice Springs. I came across a huge party of Australian Geographic invalids at one stage. Those guides must have patience...
Finish
The official walk ended at the Telegraph station, where there is permanent water in the Todd River (but is definitely not a "Spring"). Large numbers of people were enjoying the sunny winter's afternoon, ignoring the new territory liquor laws (although, there may be official blindness to drinking at this sight). I followed the river all the way back to town, where I returned to the same room and the same bed, next to the same fuckwit who snored like a freight train.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Central Australia Rocks
Photos
After the Rogaine it was time to chill out, and head to Ayers Rock and Kata Tjuta with Dunk, Grace, and Dunk's parents. We were travelling in peak season, amongst a menagerie of Grey Nomads driving Pradas and Landcruisers towing boxy living devices. This generally means comfortable camping in expensive caravan parks for the occupants of each vehicle. We spent a night in Alice, before heading out to Yulara, the Ayers Rock campsite.
Despite sticking to the mainstream tourist route, the sights are fantastic:
After the Rogaine it was time to chill out, and head to Ayers Rock and Kata Tjuta with Dunk, Grace, and Dunk's parents. We were travelling in peak season, amongst a menagerie of Grey Nomads driving Pradas and Landcruisers towing boxy living devices. This generally means comfortable camping in expensive caravan parks for the occupants of each vehicle. We spent a night in Alice, before heading out to Yulara, the Ayers Rock campsite.
Despite sticking to the mainstream tourist route, the sights are fantastic:
- The scariest moment was overtaking a 4 carriage road train
- Mt Conner pretends to be Ayers Rock, but Grace forewarned us (it's still cool looking, though)
- Roadhouses provide some of the world's most expensive ice cream
- Ayers rock looks much better at sunset or sunrise
- The nights are way cold
- Walking around the rock wasn't as good as expected, as various sacred sites prevented us from getting too close to the rock
- But it's still pretty cool
- Kata Tjuta offers a way better walk than the rock
- Zebra Finches look really cool in the wild
- But Rainbow Bee-eaters look much funkier
- Reptiles don't seem to come out in winter
- You need a permission slip to drink at the pub
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Yeperenye Yaw
Australian Rogaining Championships 2007
Saturday 28 to Sunday 29 July 2007
Photos
Official Website
Arrival
Once again, it was time for Dunk, Grace and me to set off on a mad 24 hour dash in the wilds of Australia, only this time, it was central Australia, a place none of us had really walked before. Despite being unsure of what the weather or terrain would hold, we were confident that our recent 3 Peaks weekend (completed in 47 hours) and Turon River Rogaine (5th overall, 3rd mixed) would help us in our quest.
After arriving at the Hash House (start/finish) on the Friday, we found a slightly crowded but peaceful campsite, filled with brightly coloured desert birds and crusty rogainers eager for a good night's rest.
The Morning
Three hours prior to the start, we received our maps, which showed an ancient, dry river bed dissecting a series of rough looking mountain ranges. Using the most expensive contact Dunk found, we covered our maps and directions, and set about planning our route.
There were 7 water drops (no natural water on course, apart from a manky pool near checkpoint 120), and no huge climbs, although there were plenty of hills for us to traverse. We came up with a basic plan, submitted our intentions (for safety reasons), finalised our packs and clothes (I elected to wear long pants, to avoid spinifex spikes, the other guys had shorts), fuelled up, and waited for the start.
There were 130 teams waiting to start, and as soon as the gun we all headed out in a variety of directions. I'm always amazed how little time it takes for the teams to separate. Before you know it, the only people you can see are your team mates.
Conversely, it's often a surprise to come across other teams, especially when they come at you from the opposite direction. You start to wonder why they are walking in a totally different direction, and would you have been better off doing the same.
The day was unseasonally warm, and it wasn't long before we were walking across the centre section of the course, flat as a pancake, feeling the heat of the afternoon sun dehydrating us. I suddenly felt like I was in the middle of the desert. Well I was.
The navigation was fairly easy during the day, owing to the lack of ground cover (apart from the spinifex, which was usually easily avoided). But the best thing were the mountains. A couple of times they could be avoided, simply be walking around them, instead of over them. And there were no 300+ metre climbs (like most other rogaines). Woo Hoo.
We managed to get the highest scoring checkpoint, way up a gorge (which had a tiny bit of manky water in it).
We missed one checkpoint amongst a maze of small gorges and ridges, just after sunset. It was only worth 50 points, and fortunately we got out of it fairly easily (stumbling across a water drop with the tastiest oranges I have ever had (chilled, too)).
A couple of times throughout the night we came across cool patches of air, usually above creek beds. The temperature would drop about 5 degrees in these sections. But the oddest thing of all was a smelly patch, that lasted for about 100m (and no, it wasn't a fart). It smelt a bit sulphuric, and was quite odd.
We missed another checkpoint in the middle of the night, but this time it cost us 90 points. Once we decided to skip it, we were slightly demoralised, but we perked up a bit once we got the next checkpoint (over an hour later).
Just before dawn, a 30 minute nap was required. Grace was starting to feel like she was about to fall over (due to tiredness), but she was back to normal after the nap. I was feeling OK at this time, so I had a bit to eat, and took a few photos. I think I was still on LA time (I had just arrived back from LA a few days before).
The morning proved fruitful, but as we plotted our course back to the Hash House, we realised that we would not get to any more water drops. The day was heating up again, so we started to ration our water. About 45 minutes before the noon finish time, we ran out of water completely. By now it was in the mid 20s, but the sun was beaming down strongly, so it felt much warmer. We rushed back to the start/finish by the road, Grace leading the way. We arrived back with over 10 minutes to spare, and immediatley got something to drink. Then lay down.
We Finished!
It's a fantastic feeling to take off your shoes after a rogaine, and walk around bare footed. Likewise, a shower, where all the dirt, grime and sweat from the previous 24 hours disappears down the drain, always feels fantastic. And the food always tastes great - usually a BBQ, some soup, cheap cakes and cordial (although a coke would have been fantastic).
This time, I couldn't quite quench my thirst. I had been without water for too long, in hot dry conditions, whilst walking fast. My dehydration headache lasted for 2 days.
Final Results
We finished in 22nd, gaining 1880 points.
We were 7th in the mixed category, and finished in 23:49:03 hours.
Full results.
I'm not sure when the next one will be.
Saturday 28 to Sunday 29 July 2007
Photos
Official Website
Arrival
Once again, it was time for Dunk, Grace and me to set off on a mad 24 hour dash in the wilds of Australia, only this time, it was central Australia, a place none of us had really walked before. Despite being unsure of what the weather or terrain would hold, we were confident that our recent 3 Peaks weekend (completed in 47 hours) and Turon River Rogaine (5th overall, 3rd mixed) would help us in our quest.
After arriving at the Hash House (start/finish) on the Friday, we found a slightly crowded but peaceful campsite, filled with brightly coloured desert birds and crusty rogainers eager for a good night's rest.
The Morning
Three hours prior to the start, we received our maps, which showed an ancient, dry river bed dissecting a series of rough looking mountain ranges. Using the most expensive contact Dunk found, we covered our maps and directions, and set about planning our route.
There were 7 water drops (no natural water on course, apart from a manky pool near checkpoint 120), and no huge climbs, although there were plenty of hills for us to traverse. We came up with a basic plan, submitted our intentions (for safety reasons), finalised our packs and clothes (I elected to wear long pants, to avoid spinifex spikes, the other guys had shorts), fuelled up, and waited for the start.
Planning our route
The EventThere were 130 teams waiting to start, and as soon as the gun we all headed out in a variety of directions. I'm always amazed how little time it takes for the teams to separate. Before you know it, the only people you can see are your team mates.
Conversely, it's often a surprise to come across other teams, especially when they come at you from the opposite direction. You start to wonder why they are walking in a totally different direction, and would you have been better off doing the same.
The day was unseasonally warm, and it wasn't long before we were walking across the centre section of the course, flat as a pancake, feeling the heat of the afternoon sun dehydrating us. I suddenly felt like I was in the middle of the desert. Well I was.
The navigation was fairly easy during the day, owing to the lack of ground cover (apart from the spinifex, which was usually easily avoided). But the best thing were the mountains. A couple of times they could be avoided, simply be walking around them, instead of over them. And there were no 300+ metre climbs (like most other rogaines). Woo Hoo.
We managed to get the highest scoring checkpoint, way up a gorge (which had a tiny bit of manky water in it).
We missed one checkpoint amongst a maze of small gorges and ridges, just after sunset. It was only worth 50 points, and fortunately we got out of it fairly easily (stumbling across a water drop with the tastiest oranges I have ever had (chilled, too)).
A couple of times throughout the night we came across cool patches of air, usually above creek beds. The temperature would drop about 5 degrees in these sections. But the oddest thing of all was a smelly patch, that lasted for about 100m (and no, it wasn't a fart). It smelt a bit sulphuric, and was quite odd.
We missed another checkpoint in the middle of the night, but this time it cost us 90 points. Once we decided to skip it, we were slightly demoralised, but we perked up a bit once we got the next checkpoint (over an hour later).
Just before dawn, a 30 minute nap was required. Grace was starting to feel like she was about to fall over (due to tiredness), but she was back to normal after the nap. I was feeling OK at this time, so I had a bit to eat, and took a few photos. I think I was still on LA time (I had just arrived back from LA a few days before).
The morning proved fruitful, but as we plotted our course back to the Hash House, we realised that we would not get to any more water drops. The day was heating up again, so we started to ration our water. About 45 minutes before the noon finish time, we ran out of water completely. By now it was in the mid 20s, but the sun was beaming down strongly, so it felt much warmer. We rushed back to the start/finish by the road, Grace leading the way. We arrived back with over 10 minutes to spare, and immediatley got something to drink. Then lay down.
We Finished!
It's a fantastic feeling to take off your shoes after a rogaine, and walk around bare footed. Likewise, a shower, where all the dirt, grime and sweat from the previous 24 hours disappears down the drain, always feels fantastic. And the food always tastes great - usually a BBQ, some soup, cheap cakes and cordial (although a coke would have been fantastic).
This time, I couldn't quite quench my thirst. I had been without water for too long, in hot dry conditions, whilst walking fast. My dehydration headache lasted for 2 days.
Final Results
We finished in 22nd, gaining 1880 points.
We were 7th in the mixed category, and finished in 23:49:03 hours.
Full results.
I'm not sure when the next one will be.
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