By the time we left King’s Creek Station Jan wanted to adopt the breakfast cook and Ali wanted to adopt the baby camel she shared hair colourists with. But with no room left in the car we headed off again; three travellers in search of big red rocks.
Luckily Central Australia supplies big red rocks aplenty and after a three hour drive through a desolate wasteland strewn with the bare dry bones of unlucky cattle and Mt. Connor cunningly disguising itself as an Uluru decoy to unwitting tourists, we arrived at Yalara.
We decided to head to Kata Tjuta, despite the temperature hovering near 30°, figuring a couple of hours hiking followed by watching the sunset on the rocks would allow us a cooler early morning start at Uluru the next day. Good choice!
The Valley of the Winds walk was two rugged hours over rough trails, with wonderful vistas rewarding our sweaty legwork. Although flatter, the Gorge walk had us in the direct afternoon sun for longer but, again, the cooling breeze and soaring views of the immense walls inside the gorge were reward enough.
Finally, with shadows lengthening and the heat of the day gone, we watched the rocks glow their last for the day as night shrouded the beautiful formation.
Wonderful, memorable, beautiful!