like a stolen car set on fire just behind our place...
And the creepy...
I have slowed right down this week, and really tried to enjoy life...Getting some chores done with less TV, radio and internet, just the sweet sound of birds singing and the rooster crowing and the occasional music playing softly in the background.
When time goes slow, there is time to think, time to appreciate the good things, time to be grateful for all I have, time to reassess my life and where I am at, a bit of spring cleaning of the mind...
I would love to hear of what is happening in your neck of the woods. Are you living simply or is life too busy?
Just out of Port Augusta heading North is Tent Hill, not sure if it is the big hill or the little one as they both look like tents...
The country is flat with lots of salt bush and occasional salt lakes...
In the distance we saw a couple of Army Helicopters. We have the El Alamein Army base here that is used to train the troops for their overseas deployment. The county side is similar to Afghanistan and the like apparently.
We found the top of the windmill, it must have blown off in a strong wind, rolled a distance away and stayed there...
Next we came across some old lonely graves...
In
memory
of
Samuel Gason
Died April 11 1897
Aged 52 years
Erected by friends and admirers
Samuel (click the link for more information about his interesting life) was surrounded by other unmarked graves, some appear to be babies and children :( Hubby was reading about Samuel in an information sheet that has been placed in a jar on his grave, a bit like a message in a bottle :)
Next we stumbled across this old wreck, in what we thought was an underground tank, but it turned out to be part of a hotel that used to be there, could have possibly been the cellar...
Gibson Camp Hotel if you click on the link it shows an old picture of the hotel. I think Samuel Gason may have been the owner of this hotel...
It's just rubble now...
I enjoyed walking around and discovering different areas where the hotel had once been.
I found myself drifting back in time to when this place was a buzz of activity, I could almost hear the noise of all those patrons having a good time...
Lots of evidence of days gone by...
A sea of smashed bottles...
I want to return to this place one day, there was something about it that will draw me back :)
Time for a break, a cup of tea and some lunch under a nice
shady tree...
It was quite warm :)
On our way home hubby climbed on the roof and took this pic of the nearby ranges...
We took some back roads and found some of these...quandongs or wild peaches as we call them...
