The weather in Australia has turned cooler again, and we’re set to start hunting down some more meteorites. To give you a taster of what that’s like, here’s some more of Luke’s blog from a recent trip … (the story started with On the Road Again)
We got up. Standard fare by now, breakfast etc. Oh, except that Sarah had been suffering for the last week with sugarless tea in the morning so we cleaned out all three rooms’ sugar sachet supplies and then bought sugar cubes at the shop anyway!
We pumped up the tires and it was decision time: Do we try to get back into the fall site and look at the small end, or do we hit up the southern fall site and give that a good recon for the second group? We decided, after going round the same plan about 5 times like a broken record (and winding Phil up no end), to head south to the other fall site!
It didn’t take long to reach the site. I remembered where I was going and we were driving on tarmac for a change. We got to Wilgena Station, said hello to the folks there, and then went down to the fall line. I acted as a guide, easily found the first track in and showed people where camp would be.
We then went out to find the other track which led to the fragments and Phil uttered “You really do have a great sense of direction lad”. I then immediately took a wrong turning and ended up pretty much back where I started. I quickly doubled back to the right (and only other) path. I stopped at a gate (which we went through after Phil managed to decipher the unusual fence mechanism) and we went on through. This also turned out to be wrong and we doubled back again. We finally, finally took the right (and only other) path. Everyone had a great laugh. We got to the fall line and I realised I’d also forgotten my GPS back at camp like an idiot and misread the masses, so instead of the 25g region Phil wanted to search we were in the 250 g- 500 g zone (I was having one of those days). We went for a little search and then headed back to make camp.
To add to the day of failed directions, Ellie took the lead back to open the last gate for us … and took the exact wrong turning through the wrong and impossible gate that I had taken Phil earlier. Sarah had just said to me, “No, Ellie won’t take the wrong turn, Ellie is clever. She won’t make the same silly mistake as you …” Kiss of death! Turns out she had been asleep on the drive in and had vague memories of a gate so went the exact same wrong way as me.
We got back expecting to see Rob, who had stayed behind to work on the drone (henceforth referred to by its name, Arthur) flying it. But as we arrived there was no sign of a drone. There was unfortunately no sign of it in camp at all. Or in the vehicles. As it turned out, we had left it four hours away back in Coober Pedy. Luckily, the manager of the hotel is a legend of the highest order and was driving down to Adelaide the next day and agreed to meet up with us at a petrol station on the way. Crisis averted …
Wait, I think that was all that happened today. Really? Oh I suppose we had to set up camp and stuff. Oh, and we had kangaroo steaks for dinner. Wait was that today? Yeah, why not? There is a photo of it and everything. In said photo it looks like I’m being a valued member of the cooking squad when in actual fact it was all Phil, majestically turning meat, while I sat like an apple on a shelf with heaps of potential energy but currently no motion.
They say Australia is the only country that eats its national animal. That is somehow weird until you think about it, and realise most countries don’t pick animals that are native to their own land for their national animal e.g. the English Lion or Leopard which are a bit hard to eat and there might be riots, or simply chose creatures that don’t even exist like the Scottish Unicorn and Welsh Dragon. How’s that for weird? There is also the fact that kangaroo is delicious!
Luke’s adventure continues in Luke Crosses the Nullarbor, day 17