A beautiful cycle through a barren moon landscape. Malley scrub, massive flat saltpans, sand formations and corrugations. Oh, and a caramel milkshake.
On the way to Lake Mungo
The morning was still so time to take out the drone.
The view from above
The World Heritage Area began with a climb over a little ridge to see a huge expanse of flatness with a dead straight white line bisecting it to the horizon.
The vast saltpans
On the horizon were blobs of shimmering white. They looked like wheat silos from a distance, but as I approached, I saw they were sandhills.
The sandhills before Lake Mungo
As I proceeded, I climbed lines of sandhills to descend to the next salt pan.
When I arrived at the main loop around Mungo, where all the tourists go, I hit the corrugations. Sometimes they were ok, and other times they pummeled me to a standstill. The road to the campsite was a bit bumpy in the evening light.
The road to Belah Campsite
The east side of Lake Mungo is flanked by a range of sandhills. Blown there by the prevailing westerly wind, they form a range of odd sculptures.
Sand sculptures
Sand sculptures
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You can always rely on flies and mosquitos to provide you company! Fantastic pictures!
Yep. They’re always a friend..
Wonderful pics today. Hope you got a good rest with all those mozzies in chorus.
Yep. Good rest last night. No mozzies in the tent. š