Larapinta 1. Dead Skin and a Big Red Car




'Both my small toes look like little cabbages' I thought days before breaking the seal of the Larapinta trail. Like a lizard of the surrounding desert, large slabs of skin are peeling off of my feet and toes. Remnants are to be found all over the caravan floor and in my socks. Four weeks on, after my feet received a proper beating on the Kokoda track, finally, they are lovely and soft. Mmmm!! Marshmallow feet. Not ideal for another rampaging hike you may think.

Again I am looking for some gut wrenching physical punishment, like a junky looking for a fix. It is a mystery to many including myself. I am sure there is a rich vein of masochism flowing through me like the smelliest of blue vein cheeses. This is the Red Centre of Australia, West MacDonnell Ranges (no burgers anywhere). We are talking Northern Territory but the even more isolated South end, if that makes sense? At least 1000km away from a large city in any direction. I am shedding the muddy, humid Kokoda skin for a place more Aussie than Burkes backyard.

To travel to my "home among the gumtrees" I have to food shop for this trail. Nestled snuggly in the ancient red centre between the East and West MacDonnell Ranges is Alice Springs - an excellent venue for purchasing dried mushed potato. Alice is a small  hub of activity that has everything you need in way of amenities, museums and bucket loads of cultural experiences. I am planning to be out on the trail for 16 days, drop off the carefully assembled food boxes underway and walk back to Alice. Only a cool 230km hike. This time I will be on my own. I have avoided the large hiking companies and told myself to be brave. This Nomad is hiking solo.

"What can go wrong"?

The Larapinta track (purple) runs through Tjoritja or the West MacDonell National Park. Map courtesy of Wikipedia 

Jules and I drove up Larapinta Drive, armoured with three boxes full of dried stodgy packet food, plenty of peanut butter and the best a coffee bag can be, after it has been contaminated by milk powder. We are making a day of it as we are Gorge hopping along Larapinta and Namatjira drive (see map). First we have a quick look at Simpsons Gap and continue on to the first drop off point that is Standley Chasm. I am excited to see a coffee machine in the kiosk. While we were there sipping on our Cappuccino’s, the dusty car park that is surrounded by towering red cliffs, was swamped with buses, four-wheel drives and the obligatory, painted up backpacker bomb. It is July and peak season.

 

Tranquillity, serenity and quiet reflexion

 

My first food supply box was taken without having to pay a fee at the kiosk. Soon after leaving the Chasm we turned right on Namatjira Drive. This road reaches all the way through a strip of relatively flat plain among the magnificent jaggered edges of the mountain range. The shape of this range is of such a faultless straight line it almost looks bizarrely planned (photos of this phenomena to follow later in this blog). Its reddish colour with Ghost gums and bludges of green. Photogenic to say the least. 'Can I do it justice with my camera'? I wonder. As I am staring up high from inside the car I say to Julie “surely the track doesn’t go all the way up there?” Will it? So many unknowns.

So much to look forward to.

Ellery creek, a quiet waterhole among steep cliffs, is of individual beauty, like all the other gorges, a large crevasse crossing through the range where water has carved out a creek. We arrive at the campsite overlooking the orangey, red range and I managed to find the store room tucked in under the same roof as the toilet. After jiggling with the lock, the door swung open. I noticed straight away the walls up high were open mesh. Any hairy-arsed wombat could crawl in and feast on my couscous and muesli bars. I imagine a fat wombat running off with a teabag hanging out of the corner of it's mouth. Earl Grey off course!! My box, being the only cardboard box, was surrounded by plastic, more protection offering upperty-class boxes. There was nothing I could do about it except hope that the local marsupials were not hungry for the next couple of days while I walked back.

 

Plenty of water through these Gorges

 

At Ormiston Gorge we walked down to the waterhole after delivering the third box at the back of the kiosk. We were struck by the splendorous reflections of rock walls in water. Similar mirror images greeted us after a 2km hike at Red River Gorge - the narrow, knobbly walls closing in at the end with a sizable deep pool. The water way too cold for a stripping off and a jump in.

 

This massive bird sat in a tree at Ormiston Gorge

 

The sun started to drop behind the red, granite walls and we sat on a bench in the car park at the trailhead eating scones and cream. The last bit of luxury before the indigestible hikers diet would replace anything fresh and green.  Julie told me she was jealous of what was to come and lamented the fact that her knees were not up for the challenge.

 

We said our good buys - the last hug so warm and comfortable - why would you ever let go.

 

This is it!!! The first lift of my 18kg backpack. Even though I only have to walk 300 metres. Where is Smiddy?? My porter of the Kokoda track. This pack is a beast.

Smiddyyyyy!!!!

I set up my small, lime green home for the first time that evening.  Against my better judgment I found myself a spot  in the recommended dry river bed (I was a under the impression that camping in a river bed could be dangerous due to flooding). A group of scouts camped a short way away from my tent  were singing "Choo Choo Chugger Chugger big red car" by the Wiggles. With that ripper of a song, stuck on repeat, reverberating through my mind, I have an absolute shocker of a flew ridden night.

My home in a creek bed

 
 Welcome to the Larapinta trail.  Choo Choo…..

 

 Grey Bits

 

The key to the store rooms to Ellery creek and Ormiston Gorge, I collected  from the Visitor's Centre in Alice Springs. I paid a $50 deposit for the key and $10 for usage. You can buy a Larapinta Trail package with maps and information for $38 or you can photocopy the maps from their website like I did. https://nt.gov.au/leisure/recreation/bushwalking-hiking/larapinta-trail

There are many hiking companies that facilitate walking the Larapinta and cater for any kind of fitness level. You can Google Larapinta Trail which will direct you to these trekking companies.

Namatjira Drive is named after Albert Namatjira, who is a famous Indigenous painter from the Northern Territory. His work is absolutely sublime. Great use of colours and composition. Check out this article if you want to know more about him. https://makinghistoryatmacquarie.wordpress.com/2012/11/19/the-national-embrace-of-albert-namatjira-in-an-era-of-assimilation-and-an-indifferent-inclusion/
 



Namatjira's famous 'Gumtree in front of Mount Sonder'. My first night was spent on the left of this mountain.
Picture courtesy of the website mentioned above

In my research I found two differing definitions of the word Larapinta. One explains it means 'salt water', the other 'dry river bed'. Take your pick.

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