Northern Flinders Ranges
Posted by Melissa on | July 16, 2008
Good bye Rawnsley Park - we head south and then north again to a tiny town called Parachilna - listed on the tourist map by virtue of the fact that it is home to the famous historic Prairie Hotel, which no doubt features regularly in the pages of gourmet travel magazines. We decide to head east to nearby Angorichina Village to seek a sheltered campsite in this open, exposed, windy, dusty, vegetationless part of the world. The 17-kilometre drive is on dirt and passes through the Parachilna Gorge - paler rock (than the central ranges) that has been pushed skyward at a 30-degree angle. The scenery is all hardy trees and dry creek beds.
Camp struck, we head back to the three or four buildings that comprise Parachilna to sit on the wide verandah of the pub and watch an outback sunset over the railway line, while getting to know a duo of winemakers from McLaren Vale, who we have saved en route from a car suffering from three flat tyres.
For dinner we opt for the ‘feral feast’ - two courses of feral food (camel, roo, goat and crocodile) served as pate, sausages, kebabs and other such delights (sorry for the graphic description, vegos). It is more meat than we have consumed during the whole journey, as we are dining on trangia food - lots of lentils, curries and pasta.
Our day in the Northern Flinders is spent walking to the Blinman Pools - a 12-kilometre walk that follows the dry bed of Blinman Creek, which is surrounded by high gorge walls - and watching our tent bend and shudder in high winds overnight.
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