Salt Lake and Bush Fire
We are still on our really slow pace. Maybe a little bit too slow. I don’t know. I don’t think so… for the second time in a raw, the campground is empty when we leave it. Actually, the first car are even coming in for the evening!
We drive for a little while. As I did a few weeks earlier, the two girls are trapped by Mount Corner. “Hey! That’s Uluru!” “Are you sure?” “Hum… yes!”. I’m happy to see that I’m not the only one being fooled by this big mountain.
Just after the watching area, we take this little hidden path. I almost missed it, even knowing that there was something here. Minma is back as a 4WD, but not for long. The path is to sandy. We park the car, and finish the track walking, to a very nice salted lake a little bit further. Time to take a few nice pictures, to walk a little bit, and for some girls, to clean there feet.
Back to the car. Back to the road. The timing is perfect. I just drive a little bit faster, just to be sure that we’re not late. We arrive a small hour before sunset. While Hripsimé and Sara are enjoying it, I start cooking diner. That what I would have been doing if I had a job as a tour guide. And I actually like it. Anyway, I just have to raise my head to see the amazing rock.
Unfortunately, there’s a big bush fire, with a thick smoke, hiding part of the sun. Because of that, the rock doesn’t really change color, and stay in a grey sad mood. We leave a little bit after that, heading to the campground where we’re going to spend the night.
