Not exactly drying out in the alcohol sense, that stuff is virtually impossible to come by in these parts.
I mean drying out, the dampness.
I mean drying out, the dampness.
But, yay, we managed a sunrise and sunset, hooray.
We left a soggy Alice Springs, all fired up on our first takeaway coffees for ages and headed to the Devils Marbles campground.
Well actually, we were originally heading to here
Wycliffe Well, but the ufo stuff kind of put us off so we decided to chance a campsite at the marbles.
This is our lunch stop in the infamous Barrow Creek, the place where 2 British backpackers were abducted in mysterious circumstances.
As luck would have it we got a great campsite for a whopping $7.70 for the night. No power and only drop toilets eww. We got there and for the entertainment of our neighbours proceeded to totally drag all our bedding, towells etc out into the heat and sunshine to dry out.
Then we scrambled around on the rocks taking photos.
How Aussie is this photo?
Wow.
After tea we gathered around a campfire for a talk given by the Ranger and a Traditional owner of the land.
They told us that the marbles were made by the devil man pulling hairs out of his head and rolling them into balls. It was also a meeting point for four tribes. They told us about some of the local bush tucker and several stories from the dreamtime.
The early morning sunrise was magic.
The Moerks
