The Waves of Mount Sonder
G’day, Lee-Anne Marie here from Australia. First of all, heartfelt thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi who has offered the opportunity to post the T-Team adventure series for all to enjoy travel in Australia.
In this episode, the T-Team admire the wonder of Mt Sonder in the MacDonnell Ranges; scenery that inspired famous indigenous artists such as Albert Namatjira, and also artists like me. The challenge, to rise early enough to capture the sunrise on Mt. Sonder.
G’day, Lee-Anne Marie here from Australia. First of all, many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi who has offered the opportunity to post the T-Team adventures now as a series for all to enjoy travel in Australia.
[This time, in 1981, the T-Team, with dreams of intrepid adventure, trek out west of Uluru-Kata Tjuta, on the Great Central Road, to the Petermann Ranges…
I had a dream to set foot in Western Australia, at least one foot…
Dad had a dream to explore the Petermann Ranges…
Older cousin (C1) had a headache…]
Trekking with the T-Team—Ormiston Gorge
135km east of Alice Springs, nestled in the Central Australian MacDonnell Ranges is a scenic treasure, Ormiston gorge.
Again, thank you Mohamad Al Karbi for the opportunity to share this T-Team adventure as they explore Ormiston Gorge and then camp on the other side in the Pound.
Through Ormiston Gorge
[Extract from Trekking with the T-Team: Central Australia Safari 1981]
G’day, Lee-Anne Marie here with more adventures from the T-Team. This time our safari into Central Australia way back in the distant past, 1981.
Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi for offering the opportunity to share the T-Team’s story.
[G’day, Lee-Anne Marie here from Australia. first of all, I’d like to thank Mohamad Al Karbi for inviting me to share my travel adventures… read more]
Glen Helen, Northern Territory
Friday, July 12
Central Australia had changed since I last trekked it in 1981. The landscape seemed greener, lusher, compared to 32 years ago. Good rains and buffel grass had made it so.
But, some things never change.
Mr K paced the gravel Strehlow Centre (art gallery and museum) car park. ‘I don’t want to be setting up camp in the dark,’ he muttered. ‘They’re late; we’ll have to go without them.’