Our cabin was on the edge of the Murray River. We woke up, had breakfast, then went on our way. We were ambitiously aiming for Wilpena Pound in the Flinders Ranges – and there was plenty to see along the way.
And some local birdlife. I found out from the “bird book” later that this was not an unusually large moorhen but a native swamp-hen instead.
We got some delicious fruit at a roadside stop near the town of Morgan, close to the turnoff to Monash.
The latter town name caused some discussion, as we wondered if the namesake was Sir John Monash or not. Apparently, it is!
There were also plenty of fruit trees in the area…
We stopped after crossing the river (at least, I think so?).
We looked at it and the flood marker. In September 1956, floodwaters peaked at 11.3 metres above sea level! Wow.
The other interesting object near the river was an old building which apparently was once the town morgue. According to the plaque I read, a man who helped build it – and speculated about who would be the first to be laid out there – was the first to be laid out there.
They’d got a mock person laid out inside, which gave Womble and I a bit of a shock when we looked through the grille.
We drove on, seeing our first examples of “old man saltbush”, a native species of hardy plant that became quite common as we drove further into the outback.
We then stopped for a look at an old mine that had been turned into a lake.
And, moving on, saw our first (of many) old rail bridges.