Coober Pedy
Let me be completely honest. This may all be a big mistake. I'd quite like to go home now.
Two days from Flinders Ranges along the Oodnadatta track in strong winds and there's dust filling every crack and crevice of van, car and person! It's rough road and husband was in heaven. Dad's three-way fridge has given up, he has holes in his water tanks, we've got dangling spotlights, a broken aerial and a range of fixtures loose and strewn about the van. Every single item in my kitchen cupboards is coated with a decorative layer of orange powder. My hair feels like straw and my skin is thirst. It's COLD and it's still windy! I haven't been able to shower for days and we've run out of water due to an overly optimistic (i.e. rubbish) water guage.
On the plus side, Coober Pedy has much to offer a sensation- seeking six year old with a fettish for rocks and gems. We camp on a ridge overlooking the breakaways and she fossicks for treasure and digs and rolls in dust. What a strange land; an arid moonscape with endless piles of discarded rubble; the fulfilment or dashing of miners dreams. Little pockets of rainbow treasure hidden within this powdery stone; once an ocean bed full of life and creatures. Perhaps I'll come to love this dust. A tank filled with water would definitely be a start.
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