Two Yanks Downunder

A blog about the experiences of two Americans on their first visit to the fabulous continent of Australia

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Time speeds. Memory trails behind

Saturday October 14, (More than 2 weeks ago, alas)

I'm so far behind on the continuing adventures of Lynn and Wendy that I hardly know where to begin. Many days ago I posted this picture as a teaser about our trip to Hyden and Wave Rock. Unfortunately there were no scrambled eggs involved nor teeter totters, nor even brains of child geniuses scrambled by using teeter totters. There were some rather intriguing aspects nonetheless. This is the picture of the dog cemetery outside of Corrigin. We had borrowed a car and headed due east and stopped at a few places listed in a tattered and slim little guide book I had found buried beneath the stack of gigantic tomes of truly notable Australian landmarks. Ordinarily that would make this trip sound like the beginning of some scary horror movie where everything went wrong and we were attacked by an alien intelligence trying to spread their spores among the cultured people of Western Australia. On the contrary,however, it was neither a scary nor boring event that resulted. This little book had more obscure and strangely more interesting destinations than some of the famous standards and in fact we enjoyed all the novel little items that they had listed as being of interest for people on the way to the big rock.



The cemetery has regular grave stones and memorials to beloved companion animals and also a big sign noting that one must get permission to bury one's animal there.



Just past the dog cemetery is also a wild flower drive.



Although the terrain here was much less lush than in other places we had been, there was still quite a variety of blossoms to be found.



The drive was poorly marked and a bit confusing, but still worth the time spent.



Here you see a few of the flower varieties. There were no massive displays of wall to wall blooms, but still some of the views were quite lovely.



We headed on to Hyden, which turned out to be a bit of a one horse town. We stopped at the cafe and bought sandwiches with salad and these turned out to have beets and raw carrots and thus seemed rather strange to us. Then we decided to go to the cave with aboriginal paintings in it first and do a loop bringing us round to wave rock at the end of our drive. The landscapes were a bit different from what we had seen before.



They were rocky and also had a painted desert sort of appearance almost like some of the sand pit areas of Yellowstone National Park in the States.



The exterior to the cave which was probably used for ritual purposes, is what you see above. There were many different paintings, mostly of hands to be found in the very shallow cave.



There was also a drawing of a serpent...



...and hand prints done in a couple of different styles



I took this picture to give a sense of place for this part of Australia...



...and this one because Don was so taken by the trees that he felt resembled the trees found on the African Veldt.



Mom explained to me that the trees she had seen in Kenya were much shorter than their Australian counterparts. Nonetheless, the openness of the land and the flatness of the area made the colors of the earth even more impressive.



It was hard not to think there must be geysers around there somewhere.



We got to the parking area for Wave Rock and discovered this kind of brushy area.



There was a boardwalk that lead into the bush and then sand trails that led to the massive rock formation.



It is quite an impressive rock some 100 meters long with the stain of chemicals sweeping downward from the top making it truly resemble a huge stone wave.



The images of it in the books seem to imply it rises out of the desert monolithically, but actually there is quite a lot of brush and tree growth in the area.



There are trails to other rock formations - holes and the Hippo's mouth, but wave Rock is really the most impressive, both in terms of color variations



...and size.



The Hippo's Mouth does indeed look like a gigantic hippo's jaw, but it neither photographs well, nor impresses in the same way. Here is one last look at the landscape we left behind when we turned around to head home and dodge kangaroos.



Do I need to say that we got lost again on the way home? (All roads lead away from Fremantle and none seem to return.)

3 Comments:

At 9:48 PM, Anonymous min said...

Rock n Roll!!!

 
At 10:55 AM, Anonymous Jenny said...

I would have spent all day in that cemetary.

PS. So there weren't ANY alien abductions at all?

 
At 11:05 AM, Blogger Wendy and/or Don said...

Well, wait a minute, does losing time count? In fact we lost a lot of time. Maybe, Zorgon was lying to me when he said we were just going out for a drink!

 

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