Five days

It has taken me five days to drive back across the Nullarbor and up into the north of South Australia.

On the way, I discovered the town of Norseman is named after a horse which pawed at the ground and unearthed a gold nugget, starting a gold rush. The horse was called Nosreman because he belonged to a man from the Shetland Islands who was a proud Norse(North) man. 

I camped on the Bunda Cliffs again.

There was a lot of ordinary scenery, several music cds played as I drove, and also lots of interesting sights. 

North from Port Augusta, I headed towards the Flinders Ranges. Interesting stone ruins. This one built by the third son of an earl who came out from England to create his own empire.

And more modest cottages along the original Ghan railway route, closed in 1981. Workers had live along the line to maintain it. A tough isolated life.

Sally did some real outback camping beside a dry creek. They are almost all dry.

And she did some gravel road driving.

Saw lots of emus.

Including this papa and his chicks.

Lots of corellas. Show-off!

Stunning scenery. Greener than expected.

I have skirted around the southern end and western side of the Flinders Range.

I had to get out of Sally and prod this little guy to get a wriggle on and get off the road. He was in no hurry. And a bit grumpy that I wanted him to move out of Sally's way.

Sunset on the ranges.

Wild horses, or livestock? Not sure. I did see a few grazing near the road.

And a pretty impressive rusty one on an old railway platform.

An old water tank in Marree.

Rusty camel in Marree to honour the Afghan cameleers who brought in supplies in the early years.

An oversized road train at the Marree Pub. I am parked behind the pub for the night.

Tomorrow I fly!