Kata TjutaMay 9-10,
1999
We drove about forty kilometers out to Mount Olga, or more properly, Kata Tjuta,
meaning "many heads." This mountain range, like Ayers Rock, seemingly rose up,
out of the sand, and absorbed every other dip and rise in the land, for kilometers and
kilometers around. We walked a large loop through a vast valley, where the walls rose up
above us into the sky - The Valley of the Winds.
It was hard to believe, but our travels in Jimmy-Jo-Bob-Lova, and the left-side driving
of Aussie-land, were nearly at an end. We drove nearly all the back to Alice Springs and
made our final camp of the trip in the desert. The stars came out by the millions, and the
moon that had gone full cycle during our Australian journey, was once again becoming a
thumbnail on the night.
The next morning we drove back to Alice Springs, dropped off Jim-Jo at his rental home
and happy that we weren't driving, headed to the Alice Springs airport to fly to Sydney.
After a brief call to our Moms, to wish them a Happy Mothers Day, we boarded the airplane,
and flew to the forty-second city of our tour, and our last international destination of
the Timezone7 itinerary!
