See these black, shiny slabs!? What looks like a clay extrusion are solid, hard rock-plates being pushed from the earth crust some 350 Million years ago.
Flinders Ranges
a journey into the gears of time!
Hello, now I will be serving you as the “Travelling Messenger”, offering all my travel experiences in word and video.
Australia is my turf, and I go places to explore.
What a privilege to travel this beautiful continent.
In my third year now, I am living full time in my caravan, and when judge man day comes, I couldn’t ask for anything more.
If you’re interested in getting around and exploring this country, just follow me, I give you insides into what there is to see.
I also give you a bit of a life perspective, if you like.
You may wonder what that is supposed to mean.
Pretty simple really!
From when I was a young fellow, I thought there must be more to life that just living it up. So, I started to search for insides, and what I found, made things a lot easier. I lost the temper I used to have and fell in love with everything coming my way.
Yeah, it even makes changing an unexpected flat tire easier.
These ranges are a definite reminder of the “Lord of the rings”, which is, you would agree, an epic story, just fitting right into the feeling we have towards an infinite timespan.
But let me show you around!
I am in the Flinders Ranges right now, quite startled by what there is to be seen and learned. As it turns out, the Flinders are amongst the oldest mountain range in the world. They reckon it saw daylight about 646 Million years ago and used to be as high as the Himalaya’s.
Presently it reaches a little over 1200 meters and was called the skeleton back bone of the earth by the natives who used to live here. The Aboriginal tribe of the Adnyamathanha people left us some impressive caves and their wall paintings to look at and some interesting stories to go with them, all to enrich our lives.
Presently I left the National Park to spent a few days in the Parachilna Gorge, a very attractive campsite on the shores of a creek which carved its way into the mountains rock.
Climbing one of the quite steep mountain sides I discovered some breathtaking details about its origins. At the pick gigantic rock slaps who must have behaved like flexible clay are visible to have pushed out the earth crust leaving a smooth, shiny surface for us to see.
Three dosing goat bucks hanging onto the last moments before daylight hits. They are the living masters of these mountains.
Like everywhere in these parts goats have made them their home. Where I climb by paying attention, they hop through the rocks on the steepest of hillsides as if its all nothing. Admirable to say the least.
I can’t keep my eyes of the surface of those many coloured stones and pebbles. In their detailed crystal structure, they each got their own story to tell. And if it was up to me, I would take many of them home. Often, I take a few, just the real small ones, so I don’t get to heavy, and it won’t show they’re missing. I really do know how to appreciate places and make sure there isn’t a trace left of me having been there.
I catch you later if you like. Being on my way to see Lake Eyre, there should be lots of sights to notice.
Mind you, I am a loner sharing what appeals to me and considering it all to be a gift.
So proud to be in this ancient landscape! Was it already marked in time when this range first appeared? Definitely feels like it!
