Cacoory Ruins

Monday morning six weeks ago I continued driving on the QAA line. I order to cross one of the two arms of the Eyre creek, I needed to make a detour. Not due to the crossing itself, as the water level was already pretty low, but because someone digged itself in the western bank of the creek and made a big large whole, so driving up and down there is now nearly impossible, at least I was scared of hitting my car underneath over such a large step. After several dunes, I finally reached the last dune…the Big Red one was infront of me. I switch to the L3 gear and in the end, it wasn’t a problem, just a small patch in between the engine was at full power in a patch of soft sand. But the recovered the speed fine with the help of the high torque diesel engine and eventually brought me to the crest. Again it wasn’t possible to take the direct approach from the western slope due to the steep lee side, but driving just a few metres to the left the crossing wasn’t a problem. From the eastern side you can take several tracks down the western slope and play a bit in the sand, but none of them seem to be suitable for driving up. There too steep and the wind takes a lot of soft sand onto them. Afterwards I drove at a graded road the last few kilometres to Birdsville. I was pretty impressed of the desert, especially how many vegetation has adopted to this dry conditions and still survives. Additionally, there’re much more animals living in the desert, as I anticipated, and I’m not talking about just flies, which are everywhere 😆. There’re no kangaroos in the desert. I just saw some of them north of Birdsville. In Birdsville I returned the satellite phone, which I didn’t use at all, to the visitor centre and had the first time mobile reception after about a week. In the pub I enjoyed a cold beer and a burger. I got some fuel for a reasonable price (fuel consumption in the desert increased by about 50% compared to the highway), and had a shower in the caravan park. After watching some birds at Pelican point (well was nothing special, I’ve to admit) I headed out of this small town to the north, and stayed near the Cacoory ruins for the night.

Still a bit to go on the QAA line…
…until the Big Red one is infront of me
Crossed some 500 sand dunes along my way…and still haven’t reached the sea 🤣
My traces at the Big Red one…
…would have been vanished soon, due to all the wind blowing the sand into the western slopes
Seriously🤨…I just came out of the desert, and met…zero cars today. People in Birdsville told me later, it’s for the Big Red Bash, which is held once a year for three days at the Big Red sand dune
I definitely appreciated, having a real meal after several days in the pub
That’s essential to survive here in the middle of nowhere
Just north of Birdsville the landscape was mainly flat and consisted of rocky soil with little vegetation, in the remaining dry creeks.

One thought on “Cacoory Ruins

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.