King’s Canyon is more than 300 kilometers from Uluru and is in close proximity to absolutely nothing else.
Uluru is precisely what is promised. It is a great hulking monolith. A shape rising seamlessly from the red sand around it.
Sewing, inclement weather, and the closest we've ever been to being flayed and turned into flesh suits (probably). All this and more as we escape the cold and head towards Australia's unforgiving Red Center.
After being dropped off at the Mt. Crawford trailhead for the Heysen, Jorge and I began to hike.
After the better part of a week out-of-van while she went under the wrench, we were ecstatic to have her back. What was less than exciting was having her rumble to a stop five-minutes down the road
We knew that this year apart was going to create a vast difference in our social interactions. We expected to recede into ourselves in ways that we never had before.
Week two finds us navigating free camps and back roads in South Australia.
Steep hills. Breakdowns. Spacial awareness. Our first week in van taught us the basics of life on the road.