Now, if you like, come with me on one of my trips to this part of the world. It will only take a minute or two.
We rise early in the morning of a wintry June, some years ago, but I don’t remember the exact year right now. The 4-wheel drive is packed and ready to go. The day looks promising with glorious colours of sunshine and a bright blue sky. As we drive out of the small mining town of Laverton, in the northern goldfields, towards the Great Central Road, it’s already warming up.
Not long after, we cruise along the red gravel track bordered by the many yellows, grey-greens and blue-greens. The colours are strong with deep contrasts. We follow the track and see wild horses and goats grazing along the roadside, followed by an eagle or two swooping down to scavenge on a road kill. Pretty pink and grey Galahs pick for seeds in the bare red sand on the verges.
We drive on at a leisurely speed admiring the landscape. After the next curve, a kangaroo jumps out in front of the car. Luckily, we miss it. Not long after, we hit the brakes again. A group of camels with a calf wait at the side. Without warning they wander slowly onto the road and stop. There they are, gracefully watching us – the people with the camera – before they’re off into the desert. We manage to catch them on some photos, but we’re not as lucky with the emus. They sprint away faster than Olympic runners.
At the Tjukayirla Roadhouse we stop for lunch. Their freezer is full of kangaroo tails, apparently a delicacy, but we’re hungry and opt for hamburgers. We have a nice hour or so, before heading back. Now it’s time to study the scenery in a different light. The early evening, before the sun goes down, makes us see this world in subdued colours. Every hour of the day makes the red pindan country vary.
I have been there twice, but cannot wait to discover the area in spring with all the desert wildflowers. One day I would like to travel on this road all the way to Kata Tjuta (previously known as Mount Olgas) and Uluru (previously known as Ayers Rock). Unfortunately, due to time restraints, I had to make do with 1000 km away from Perth and a further 310 km into the wilderness – all the way to Tjukayirla Roadhouse. If I am lucky, we can plan a longer trip another year. My husband is always eager to drive long distances. As it is, we’ve never been back more than twice. And twice isn’t nearly enough.