I have recently traveled from Queensland to South Australia. Me and two of the kids, driving thousands of kilometers.
Some time I’ll take this trip with all the time in the world, accompanied only by a photographic assistant. With kids, with a family Christmas looming, it becomes less Zen and more “are we there yet?”
One day we drove from White Cliffs to Broken Hill along a gravel road in 42 degree heat. We passed one car all day.
That day I was determined to make into a photo safari – at least as much as possible. There was so little to see, but so much.
We reached Mutawintji National Park. It was hot. There was nobody. A thirty minute walk led to some rock art. It was not a harmonious experience. But we got there.
Soon after driving out of the empty park, we passed a sign saying “Acacia Downs”.
It rang a bell.
At Broken Hill, I googled it.