Sunday 20 October 2019

Lake Mungo Adventure - The Main Event - Cobar to Canowindra



Cobar
6 – 7 October 2019

It was still hot – very hot – but we had arranged to meet up with Bronwyn and John, and Michael and Tanya in Cobar so we had to move on from Bourke. The weather forecast was for 40°, strong winds and dusty conditions so we weren’t looking forward spending the day waiting for the others.

We took our time packing up and left our air conditioned cabin as late as we could, then travelled south. Because it took less than two hours to get to Cobar, we were checked in and set up in the caravan park by lunchtime. We spent much of the afternoon sheltering from the sun and wind in the camp kitchen – but there was no escaping the heat. Fortunately there was a forecast drop in temperature overnight to look forward to.

Not a great photo... I put some water out for the Apostlebirds and they were onto it immediately.
We made the decision that dinner at the local club would be in order – to escape the heat and also as a nice way to start the next leg of the trip with our travelling companions. They didn’t arrive until much later in the day, but they happily agreed to our plan. The Cobar Bowling and Golf Club has the obligatory Chinese Restaurant which served generous sized meals. A few drinks completed the picture. By the time we left, the temperature had dropped slightly and continued to drop throughout the night. The predicted temperatures for the next few days were much more manageable.

The morning was much more pleasant than the previous few days. We set about packing up and heading off – looking forward to travelling with family and friends.


Paroo – Darling National Park – Coach and Horses Campground
7 – 8 October 2019

Paroo – Darling National Park was to be our next stop, so after a morning discussion about travelling routes we all packed up and set off to refuel and restock. We were the first to get on the road west and made our lunch stop at MacCullochs Range Rest Area. The others arrived while we were there and stopped to have a chat. There were toilets and sheltered picnic tables – and lots of flies. We knew we would have to get used to that, but it’s never easy.

Back on the road towards Wilcannia, with Coach and Horses Campground our destination. The turn-off is a few kilometres before you get to Wilcannia, then on to an unsealed road that we discovered goes through to Bourke. We could have stayed an extra night there (and enjoyed the pool and air conditioning) and driven straight to Coach and Horses!

Many of the reviews of this campground that I had read mentioned being the only, or almost the only, ones there so we were surprised to see another vehicle ahead of us as we drove in close behind Bronwyn and John. We selected a site that allowed us all to “put the wagons in a circle” and have a view of what was left of the Darling River. We thought Mick and Tanya were just behind us so when they hadn’t arrived after some time we discussed the possibilities. It turned out they had missed the turn-off and driven in to Wilcannia before realising their mistake. It really does pay to consult a paper map as well as a GPS and a mapping app before setting off. We have learned this the hard way too.

Whistling Kite by the river bank.
So much for the solitude – the campground continued to fill up throughout the afternoon with at least another six sites occupied. The sites were well spaced out so it didn’t really feel cramped. There is a self-registration station at the entrance to the campground and the $6 per person per night is very reasonable. There are toilets and picnic tables and plenty of room to spread out in the generous sized camp sites.

The wagons in a circle.
Christie and Tanya waiting for the flies to go away.
There's room for a lot more water in the Darling.
Mick photographing the river.
Some galahs getting ready to drink.
We established what would become a nightly routine –drinks and snacks shared in a communal space before each couple prepared their own evening meal which was brought back to the shared space to eat. We used this time to discuss the days’ events and plan the next stage. Our next possible stop was White Cliffs, but we all agreed we might not stay there, in favour of an extra night somewhere else.

We set off for White Cliffs in the morning, establish a routine whereby we left early and the others left later – sometimes much later.


Mutawintji National Park – Homestead Creek Campground
8 – 10 October 2019

After leaving Paroo – Darling National Park, and driving back down the road we had come along the day before, we drove through Wilcannia hoping to find a café but there was nothing open. We continued on the White Cliffs where we discovered the café that also houses an opal shop and underground tour was closed. There was a very nasty wind blowing so we had a bit of a look around and found White Cliffs to be very unappealing. The only other opal shop we could find was also closed – curious given that White Cliffs is all about opals. The rest of the gang arrived just as we had decided to retreat to the only place open for a burger for lunch. Even the pub wasn’t open until later in the day. We all agreed that there really wasn’t any point in staying so we set off after lunch for Mutawintji National Park. The road is unsealed for most of the way.

The road takes you through some interesting country. Hear we drove through white gibber plains.
Mutawintji National Park is home to the Malyankapa and Pandjikali people who still use the park today for important gatherings. Within the ranges there are many examples of rock engravings, stencils and paintings. There is a park entry fee ($8 per car) as well as a modest nightly camping fee ($6 per person per night). Because we knew we would be visiting a number of parks with entry fees we had purchased a Country Parks Pass prior to this visit so only had to pay the camping fee at the self-registration station. Homestead Creek Campground is well resourced with a covered picnic area, BBQs, toilets and hot showers. The real bonus are the fire pits dotted around the campground which were very welcome on the cold nights.

Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater. In the campground a dripping tap with a puddle at its base attracts birds to drink and bathe.

Galah.
A male Mulga Parrot dries off after a wash.
We arrived well ahead of the others and set up and settled in for a two night stay. There are a number of walks and drives within the park so we knew there would be plenty to keep us occupied. The firewood we brought with us was put to use as the temperature dropped with the sun. There’s nothing quite like a few drinks and laughs around the campfire with good company.

In the morning Mick and I set off for the short drive to the Mutawintji Gorge to tackle the 6km return Gorge Walk. It is rated as an Easy – Class 3 walk but there is some scrambling over rocks at the end. It was quite a hot day so sunscreen, hats and water bottles were essential. It starts in rangeland country and finishes at a rock pool which made a lovely spot for a rest and a snack. Along the way we saw some art sites as the track meandered alongside the creek. We also noticed the damage done to the vegetation by the increasing number of feral goats.

Hand paintings in an overhang close to the gorge.
One feral Goat that is no longer a problem.
We were surprised to see any water in the gorge at all.
The gorge was very rugged so we didn't venture very far up.
In the cool of the late afternoon Bronwyn and John joined us on the Thaaklatjika Mingkana Walk. This is an easy walk from the campground, through the gorges to Thaaklatjika – Wright’s Cave. There is some very interesting and spiritually significant art work on the walls of the overhang, as well as some early graffiti left by William Wright in 1859 and 1862. Wright was the manager of Kinchega Station near Menindee and was signed on as leader of the support group for the ill-fated Burke and Wills expedition.


Bronwyn and John on the Thaaklatjika Mingkana Walk.
Thaaklatjika – Wright’s Cave

We had hoped to be able to engage a guide to take us to the Mutawintji Historic Site to which access is restricted, but there wasn’t one available at the time of our visit. I guess that’s a good reason to return one day.

Once again we set off first in the morning to drive to Broken Hill to restock and fuel up, before continuing on the Menindee.


Menindee
10 – 11 October 2019

We travelled along the unsealed road back to the turn-off then towards Broken Hill. Once we reached the bitumen we were waved over by a car overtaking us. We stopped, and they stopped ahead of us to tell us that something was leaking. It turned out that the cap on the water tank had been broken (probably by a rock on the dirt road). We had lost all our water and the cap. Lucky we were on our way into Broken Hill where we had planned on refilling the tank anyway. We found a plumbing supplier on our way in and replaced the plastic cap with a new metal one.

We parked at the car park opposite the visitor information centre and went in for a coffee. This is one of the best ViCs we have visited. It’s not only the visitor centre, but also the bus transit centre. There are showers and toilets as well as the café. You can refill your water tanks there too. Across the road there is a dump point and ample parking for long vehicles adjacent to a small park. It’s just off the main street so it is possible to do as we did, and park there while we went exploring.

Opposite the information centre in Broken Hill.

After a picnic lunch in the park we walked up the street to the Albert Kersten Mining and Minerals Museum which houses an art gallery. The current exhibition was Paul Harmon’s “Watermarks”. This photographic exhibition highlighted the story of water and country in the Murray-Darling Basin. The aerial images were all the more fascinating because we had just driven through parts of this very landscape.

We then refilled the water tank, refuelled and picked up some groceries before heading off towards Menindee and the caravan park on the Menindee Lakes.

Sunset at Menindee Lakes.
We had absolute water frontage and were treated to a beautiful sunset to go with a pre-dinner drink or two. Later we had a fire to sit around to keep the cold at bay. Our only complaint would be the long walk to the loo, especially after the fore mentioned drinks.

The morning was fine and clear and I got a couple of bird in flight shots of a Caspian Tern. I thought the ducks and coots would be more conditioned to having people around but they kept their distance. Mick


A Caspian Tern hunting over the lake.
They must have been up late doing pelican stuff.
 We bought some groceries in Menindee before heading for Kinchega National Park. Not far from the turn off, we stopped to look at the grave of Dost Mahomet, a camel driver from the Burke & Wills expedition.
 






Kinchega National Park – Campsite 11
11 – 13 October 2019

Kinchega National Park is a short drive from Menindee and has a park entry fee of $8 per vehicle per day. We had our parks pass so only had to pay for our two nights camping fee - $6 per person per night. It was still early so we drove down to the old woolshed which was fascinating. Built in 1875 of river red gum and corrugated iron, much of the original fitout remains. Despite the nearly 50 years since it was last used to shear sheep you can still smell the lanolin.  

Western Red Kangaroos on the way to the woolshed.
Out the front of the woolshed.



Lots of rusty machines litter the grounds.

Inside the woolshed.



There is a campground near the shearing shed precinct but we had decided to camp on what was left of the Darling River. We drove along River Drive, checking out the numerous camp sites as we went. Some have toilets nearby, some don’t. We had been told Campsite 11 might suit us so we stopped to have a good look. Yes, it would suit us perfectly. There was a toilet across the road and ample space for the two motor homes as well as our camper trailer. The best part was that there was some water in the river right in front of the camp. Some parts of the river were completely dry.

Very large campsites with fire pits (a seasonal fire ban during our visit), rubbish bins and absolute river frontage.
Camped on the bank of the Darling once again.
Our camp beyond the trees.
River bend.
Just down from us was a popular watering point for roos and goats.
It didn’t take long to get set up, with our travelling companions arriving much later after having spent lots of time taking photos in and around the woolshed. They agreed it was the perfect spot for a couple of nights. The following morning Mick and I drove down to the site of the old homestead. Another fascinating insight into life in the early days of white settlement on the Darling River. A raised walkway allows visitors to walk the perimeter of what is left of the homestead, with lots of interpretative signs to add to the experience.

We weren't the only old ruins in the park.

A Western Red contemplates the fast disappearing waterhole.
After a good look around there we set off on the Kinchega Homestead Billabong Walk. This 2.3km, grade 3 loop walk provided more information about the pastoral heritage and Aboriginal culture of this location. The walk really highlighted how dry the country has become, with very little water in the billabongs and river. 

The rest of the day was spent relaxing and enjoying the peaceful surrounds – except for the guy on the jet ski who felt the need to blast past our campsite a couple of times. The keen photographers in our party (Mick, Michael and John) spent lot of time with cameras in front of their faces. It was hard to resist in such a spot.

After a short stop in Menindee for coffee, we were off again on the road to Mungo National Park. We had decided to spend our first night just outside the park at Mungo Lodge, then have a few nights in the National Park.


Mungo Lodge
13 – 14 October 2019

We left Menindee bound for our primary destination – Lake Mungo, driving south towards Poonacarie where we stopped for a picnic lunch in the park. After lunch we drove down to the old wharf precinct and were again stunned by the state of the Darling River. Where once there was another thriving river port, there is now little more than a couple of puddles. It’s not just the drought that has caused this, it is years of mismanagement of this vital water resource by successive governments bowing to the wishes of big business.


Seriously low.
From Pooncarie we continued south, following the Darling River turned off to Mungo National Park. The route to the park is well signposted so it doesn’t matter if the GPS is a little confused – as ours often is. We drove through the park and on to Mungo Lodge, just outside the entrance is you are travelling via Wentworth (which is the route most visitors use).

On the way into the park I saw a mixed flock of Crimson Chats, Southern Whiteface and a Hooded Robin.
At Mungo Lodge there is the usual restaurant/café/bar as well as accommodation and camping out the back. There are no powered sites, but that wasn’t a problem for us. We found a shady spot with room nearby for the two small motorhomes and settled in for a relaxing afternoon. After 2 nights in a national park with limited facilities we were all looking forward to a hot shower but due to the current lack of water, guests were asked to limit showers to 1 minute. Yes, it is possible if you turn the water off between getting wet, soaping up and rinsing off. 

A Red-capped Robin close to camp.
I saw a small flock of Southern Whiteface as well as some Mulga and Ringneck Parrots around the campground.
One of the many scenic flights takes off in the morning.
Bronwyn and John had chosen this location so they could have dinner at the lodge to celebrate an anniversary – and the rest of us just invited ourselves along. They didn’t seem to mind us muscling in on their romantic evening. We had to order our meals during the afternoon, and arrived in time to enjoy a drink before a very nice dinner. We finished off with some more drinks back at the campground.

In the morning we only has a short drive of about 10 kilometres to get to the Mungo Visitor Centre where we would pay our camping fee for the next three nights. We didn’t need to pay the park entry fee as we had our Country Parks Pass.


Mungo National Park – Main Camp
14 – 15 October 2019

The Mungo Visitor Centre includes the Mungo Woolshed, Meeting Place and Shearers Quarters accommodation. It is also the starting point for a number of walks. Mungo National Park is part of the Willandra Lakes Region World Heritage Area and is the traditional country of the Paakantji (from the west), Ngyiampaa (from the north) and Mutthi Mutthi (from the south)). Comprehensive interpretative information is available throughout the park, detailing the Aboriginal occupation and pastoral history of the area.

We spent some time having a look at the Visitor Centre displays then went outside to the Meeting Place, with its fascinating re-creation of part of the human tracks that were re-discovered in 2003. This frozen moment in time from 20 000 years ago records the activity of some members of a family and a group of hunters. It is amazing how the tracks were interpreted and well worth spending some time here.

One of the most well-known and accessible features of Lake Mungo, Walls of China, can be viewed from a platform but to get a close up view,  visitors need to join an Aboriginal Discovery Tour. The cost of the tour was $50 (adult) and $35 (concession). We booked to join a tour in the afternoon, then drove the (approximately) 5 kilometres to Main Camp. Again we chose a shady site, with room nearby for our travelling companions.

After lunch we returned to the Visitor Centre and joined a small group for the tour. Starting at the Visitor Centre, we followed our guide Ranger Lance, by car to the Walls of China lookout carpark. From there we walked to the viewing platform, then beyond the gate onto the walls themselves. Access is restricted to preserve the area and visitors are asked to respect the wishes of the traditional owners. Going with a guide allowed us to access the restricted area as well as to hear the stories and gain an insight into the significance of the area. It was a very hot afternoon with a long trek up the sand dune so sturdy boots, hat, water and sunscreen were all essential. But it was so worth it. On the lunettes we saw evidence of Aboriginal occupation going back tens of thousands of years.

The tour group.



The tour ends on top of the eastern edge of the dune where the sand is slowly on the move.
John photographing the sand blowing off the top of the dune.
Two layers.
We go back down to the car park via this washout.
The gang after the tour.
Mick spent a lot of time during the rest of the afternoon trying to photograph the birds which came in for the small amount of water accessible near the water tank. Over our nightly drinks we all decided to head off in the morning to drive part of the Mungo Track – a 70 kilometre loop drive. We would stay at Belah Camp and then return the next day to Main Camp.

At about 5pm I noticed parrots coming in to drink from the top of a very full rainwater tank (water comes in by tanker trucks, it's not often from rain). I set up to get some photos but was not pleased about the birds being on man-made structures. I had a quick search around and found a dead branch near a fire pit. I placed it from the gutter of the shelter shed to the top of the tank and it wasn't long before the birds were landing on it. This gave me more natural looking shots. Later, I changed the perch for a thinner one. I was so happy to get good shots of Blue Bonnets as they are so wary and difficult to approach. I had three sessions at the water tank, two afternoons and a morning. The afternoon sessions gave me the best backdrop. Mick

A Blue Bonnet comes to drink at the tank.
Australian Ringnecks drinking on top of the water tank.

Blue Bonnet, my favourite shot of the trip.
Mulga Parrot - a female sub-adult.
Mulga Parrot - a male sub-adult.
Sunset at Main Camp. This is Bronwyn and John's "Snail"
I surprised myself by getting up early enough to see the sunrise – well, not quite the beginning but I did manage to make it to the lookout while the sun was still on the horizon. Mick tried for an early morning session photographing birds too, before we packed up and set off for Belah Camp. Sunsets were much easier to photograph.


Mungo National Park – Belah Camp
15 – 16 October 2019

Before setting off for Belah Camp we drove back to the Visitor Centre to take the Foreshore Walk. This 2.5 kilometre medium difficulty walk follows markers across the ancient shoreline and eventually loops back around along the vegetated dune crest. There wasn’t much bird life, probably due to the heat and lack of water, but it was another interesting Mungo activity.

The Foreshore Walk
A Shingleback on the the Foreshore Walk.
The Mungo Track is a 70 kilometre loop that takes in a variety of landscapes, lookouts, heritage features and short walks. Self-guided tour leaflets are available at the Visitor Centre where the tour begins. The accompanying notes are comprehensive, but we missed many of the markers along the way. Because we had been there the previous day, we didn’t stop at The Walls Lookout. Our first stop was Red Top Lookout which affords fabulous views of the lunettes with their almost lunar looking formations. This was a great spot to take lots of photos.

The view from Red Top Lookout
From Red Top Lookout, the track becomes a one way drive. Although unsealed, we found the road to be in reasonable condition at the time of our visit. Due to the number of cars parked and lack of parking for the camper trailer we didn’t stop at the next spot – Rosewood Rest – but it looked like it could have been a nice location for a picnic. Our next stop was Mallee Stop – again a good place to have a break, then we continued on to Belah Camp, our destination for the night.

The campground was completely empty so we had the run of the place until our travelling companions arrived later in the afternoon. We found a nice shady spot and had time to relax and reflect on the amazing sights we had seen. As it turned out, our little group of three vehicles were the only ones at Belah Campground that night! Belah Campround is much more basic than Main Camp. Although the NSW National Parks website indicates it is suitable for tents and “camping beside my vehicle” there are actually sites suitable for camper trailers and small motorhomes.

After our night in the Mallee, we set off to traverse the remainder of the Mungo Track.


Mungo National Park – Main Camp
16 – 17 October 2019

Our first stop on the second part of the Mungo Track was Round Tank – a water point and the remains of a goat trap. We didn’t stay long, but set off again for Paradise Tank. Another water point, this one was very promising in terms of bird photography. Mick set up with his “cloak of invisibility” – a portable bird hide – and settled in for some serious snaps. Bronwyn and John called in and stopped for a chat – and to take some photos too.

Australian Ringneck at Round Tank. I also saw Ballion's Crake there.
At Paradise Tank we found a pair of Red-backed Kingfishers.
A young Blue Bonnet came in to drink at the dam and landed directly in front of me.
Australasian Grebe with young.
At one point ten emus came down to drink. I could only shoot one at a time with my 500mm lens.
Next stop was Vigar’s Well, a short detour from the main track. Another fascination location, it is possible to walk to the top of the dune for a great view. The dunes are steadily moving eastwards up to 3 metres per year, exposing artefacts and features on the western side and covering things on the east. This is why you can walk on the dune here, but not on the western side of the lunettes. We ended up spending quite a few hours here climbing the dunes, taking photos of birds, looking at the interpretative information and having lunch. It’s a great spot with a boardwalk around the waterhole, covered picnic area and toilets.

Mick takes a photo of Bronwyn.
A dune top selfie.
An unexpected bonus bird... male Pied Honeyeater.
From Vigar’s Well we drove back to the main track and across the Mungo Lunette, by the western shore of Lake Mungo. The final stop for us was the old Zanci Homestead site. This day use area is home to a number of interesting relics of the pastoral days including a dugout built to protect the owners and their provisions from the extreme summer heat.

Christie emerges from the cool dugout.
They don't build em like that any more.
 On our return to the Visitor Centre we had another look around, including a good look at the Mungo Woolshed. We also discovered that there are hot showers which park visitors can use – provided you have paid your park entry fee. As there are no showers in the campgrounds, we decided to take advantage of this facility. Once again, a really quick wash, but oh, so welcome after a couple of hot and dusty days.

Mungo Woolshed.
This was to be our last night “out west” and we all agreed it had been an amazing experience. We had travelled to remote and isolated places we’d never been to before, and which we would like to visit again one day. Of course we finished the evening with our customary pre-dinner drinks and after dinner chinwag.

Setting off for Balranald in the morning, Michael and Tanya decided to go via Mildura as they weren’t sure they had enough fuel to get to Balranald. Despite the great facilities at Mungo Lodge, there are no fuel sales. Visitors are advised to be fully self-sufficient – food, water and fuel.


Hay
17 – 18 October 2019

We had planned to stay in Balranald, but when we stopped there for lunch, there was a ferocious wind blowing so we tried to get a cabin in the caravan park. Unfortunately, all the cabins were occupied by road workers. We decided to press on to Hay instead leaving our travelling companions to stay in Balranald. It was still really windy when we arrived in Hay so we were glad we had chosen to stay in a cabin for the night. The caravan park was fairly basic, and not in the prettiest location, but there is a pub just next door.


Hay in Hay.
We took advantage of being able to walk to the pub for dinner and enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks. In the morning we packed up and drove into town where there is a large car park on the main street suitable for trailers and motor homes. We had a poke around the shops, stopped for a coffee and picked up some groceries. We then drove down to have a look at a free council campground down by the river at Bushy Bay Reserve. It looked like a nice spot and one to keep in mind for the future.

Back on the road we fuelled up and saw yet another truck laden with hay - in Hay! Just had to take a photo even though it was partially obscured.


West Wyalong
18 – 19 October 2019

The tour group had decided on West Wyalong for a night before Mick and Tanya had to peel off to get back home, so that was where we headed too. We stopped for lunch in the park at Goolgowi where Bronwyn and John caught up with us. We left them there and drove on to West Wyalong.

We checked out a free camp just the other side of town, but decided on the caravan park instead as the campground was right on the highway and had the potential to be very noisy during the night. The caravan park was away from the highway and nice and quiet. Once again we enjoyed a quite evening with “the gang” on what would definitely be our last night together as a touring group.

In the morning we experienced our third spot of trouble – who says trouble comes in threes? While filling up the water tank Mick noticed the wheel on the trailer had a good bit of sideways movement in it. We had no idea how long it had been like that so felt it was best to have it checked out. We called into a motor parts supply store and asked about mechanics – it was a Saturday morning – and were told the local Toyota workshop was open, so off we went to see what we could do. Once again we experienced the same great service we have had at Toyota dealerships throughout the country.

We went for a walk up the main street, and to have a coffee, while the mechanic assessed the situation. By the time we returned he had established that the problem was with the bearings – which had been replaced during a pre-trip service – and was easily and quickly fixed. The other wheel was ok and there was no signs of damage. He had us back on the road in no time. (When we returned home to Townsville we were reimbursed for the cost of the repair by the Toyota dealership - who are also Cub dealers - who had carried out the service.)

It was still early so we decided to join Bronwyn and John in Canowindra for the night. This would be the first time they reached camp ahead of us!


Canowindra
19 – 20 October 2019

We drove to Canowindra via Forbes and stopped for lunch in Eugowra. There is a nice picnic spot as you drive in to town, but there isn’t much parking. Fortunately for us it wasn’t busy. Bronwyn and John had travelled via Cowra with a stop at the local showgrounds markets.

By the time we arrived, they had chosen a couple of spots and set up in the small council-run caravan park. It’s quite a pretty spot, but it was very windy again. We should be used to it by now. We decided to explore the town and found lots of interesting shops including one selling all sorts of gourmet foods. Who could resist some chocolate and chutney? We don’t buy souvenirs, but we do buy lots of local produce. We had a coffee in a nice café, then headed down to the Age of Fishes Museum. What a surprise this was!

The Age of Fishes Museum showcases the geological and evolutionary history of the area and includes heaps of information displays about the fossilised fish remains found when council workers were doing excavation works on the road just out of town. Fortunately, one of them noticed the interesting rocks being dug up and the area was preserved. We visited late in the day and didn’t really allow ourselves enough time to view this amazing display. We were expecting something small and local, and were blown away by the extent of the displays we saw. We’ll definitely have to come back some time in the future.

In the morning we said a final farewell to Bronwyn and John as they headed home to Sydney, while we started making our way home to Townsville, with just a few detours along the way. Our first detour was to Cowra because someone in Canowindra had told Mick about some birds in the park there – so of course we had to go and check them out.