
The 4wd was not so hard till you get to the national park. I remember when i entered the park, i stepped out of my car to check the road. It was my first real 4wd on my own, what the hell do i know, i just did a course 4wd back in Melbourne. When you enter the park it crosses over a dry riverbank, pretty sandy.

I spend 3 days at this paradise, painting and walking around. The last morning i woke up with a flat tyre, was a good thing i bought 2 new ones back in Townsville, so i had 2 extra`s that moment. I changed the flat one, and was heading back to Alice.

My most precious memory comes from there.
In the morning , i was drinking some coffee, when suddenly two dingo`s were travelling on the other side of the riverbed. I stood up to get a bit closer, but while doing that, i scared one of the animals. One dingo ran back and the other just moved on. After a few seconds he realised his partner was gone, and sat down brusquely. What the hell. He started howling . Then i noticed some movement in the bushes on the rocks a few meters up , there she was . Trying to find a safer way to get to her partner. The male dingo noticed it to, stopped howling and proceeded his way. And a bit further of our campingspot they were back reunited.
We spend the whole day finding some fake ruby`s in the sand, garnets they were, visited the lonely grave of a ruby miner. Till it was time to get back. The part between the two signs is serious 4wd. Big rocks, and i mean , big rocks, a high clearance was absolute necessary. Both cars were shaking there way trough the rough riverbed. Luke`s car ended up with a leak in his fueltank. but we arrived save in our homestead.
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