Wednesday 23 November 2011

Port Augusta to Cudlee Creek Adelaide Hills

Stayed in Port Augusta for one night on the way from Coober Pedy to Adelaide. It's at the top of the Spencer Gulf with a magnificient view of the Stirling Ranges in the background.


The early morning mist rises from the ground around the foothills of the Sritling Ranges.


You can see where the words of Dorothea MacKellar came from as you travel around our bright land.

 

 

 

 

My Country

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

©Dorothea MacKellar











Driving towards Adelaide we saw these great sculptures someone had place along the side of the road.




People in South Australia must spend heaps of time in their gardens, there are so many lovely ones!

I knew Cudlee Creek was in the Adelaide Hills. What a misnomer! Hills!...More like mountains. I knew the road was winding from the map...but that was an understatement!
Oh my God! We were so high above Adelaide the views were spectacular but oh so scary.


Finally we made it to the Caravan Park nestled in a quiet curve of a valley hidden in the mountains.

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