The first humans to inhabit the Flinders Ranges were the Adnyamathanha people (meaning “hill people” or “rock people”) whose descendants still reside in the area and the Ndajurri people who no longer exist. Cave paintings, rock engravings and other artifacts indicate that the Adnyamathana and Ndajurri lived in the Flinders Ranges for tens of thousands of years. Occupation of the Warratyi rock shelter dates back approximately 49,000 years. (courtesy Wikipedia / Flinders Ranges)
A personal experience – I gave myself a gift to clear my head after leaving my passion of working with the elders in aged care. I walked the Flinders Ranges, South Australia.
If you have the opportunity to visit the Flinders Ranges you will find clean fresh air, magnificent rock formations, flowers in unexpected places. You will also come across walking tracks and wildlife.
I camped in a swag and enjoyed the beautiful, crisp, icy mornings as well as stunning sunsets. I took many photographs and here an edited version of one, a couple of the camels.
They are aloof animals. They enjoy their space, can spit, and can ark up if another one of their kind gets too close.
Camels in the Flinders © Maggie Bain
Even today it is a remote place. As I was mounting the saddle on my camel one of her friends tried to bite my ride. Of course, my camel took offence and quickly started to stand up, knocking into my rib cage. I came off the saddle too. I was a bit sore that morning and wrapped by rib cage around several times with my long scarf. That night I slept with quite a lot of pain. Thank goodness for my travel scarf which I just happen to carry where ever I go. It always comes in handy for something.
The people I was walking with called the hospital, using satellite technique. The hospital was miles away. They reported there was no doctor was on deck and wouldn’t be for days.
It was even difficult getting into the swag. Days past, I continued to walk.
Continued on my journey, slept in pain, couldn’t lay flat in my swag, heard some gurgling sounds coming from my chest and decided it was best not to move around in the swag at night.
I was bruised and sore. It set me back somewhat, however, I loved that walk and campfires in the evening.
When I arrived back home in Victoria, I sort medical advice. Yes, I had several cracked ribs. There wasn’t much that could be done for that though. I had handled my injury in the best way really, by wrapping my scarf around my rib cage. Cracked ribs heal themselves. It took a while.