The two hour drive to Uluru went quickly, although that was probably because I was asleep for most of it. Anne likes to take the first driving stint so I get to have a nice snooze - the better to be ready for the day ahead.
Mount Connor caught our eye on the horizon
but Uluru was our destination so we pressed on, getting our first glimpse of the rock itself from about 20km away with the more distant Olgas in the background.
Uluru may just be a large rock, but there is something about it. I’m not sure if it’s as simple as its size, the red rock against the blue sky, its scars and grooves or if there is more to it, but it certainly is special. SPOT
The decision to climb or not to climb was taken out of our hands as the route was shut due to high winds, although this didn’t stop two young guys from going up. The rangers were waiting for them on their return and carted them off, each being liable for a fine of up to AU$5000.
We contented ourselves with the 10km base walk which really makes you appreciate the scale of the thing, and whilst some parts are off limits, being sacred sites, you still get to see rock paintings,
water holes,
and, most impressive of all, the rock itself.
We headed off to the sunset viewing area to bagsy our spot early and enjoyed a glass of the posh Shiraz we’d been saving for a special occasion (bought in Margaret River) with our favourite nibbles of mature Cheddar cheese and salami on Jatz crackers, topped with sundried tomatoes. You cannot get much better than that, and we had the best seats in the house courtesy of the Land Rover’s roof rack.
About 200 photos later and it was all over for another day, although the full moon rising from behind the rock was particularly atmospheric.
Fingers crossed the weather holds for tomorrow as it’s off to the Olgas, 40km west of Uluru. SPOT
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