Bush Camp at Bindegolly

We continued to head west, our goal, Thargomindah. As per usual, we didn’t get to where we were heading. Get used to that.

We pulled over for a break at Lake Bindegolly National Park, between Cunnamulla and Thargomindah, (you’ve got to love these names) and surprise, surprise we decided to spend the night.

The National park consists of several salt and freshwater lakes and the Balonne highway seems to split the park in two. On the right, as you’re heading west, we were informed that the lakes were freshwater. Don’t quote me on this. There is a long walk around the lake, picnic tables and much wildlife to be seen, but no camping. On the left, the lake is salt, again don’t quote me, just as much wildlife, and wait for it…you can camp there. So that’s what we did, and it was a lovely place to spend the night.

We didn’t see much in the way of wildlife, except some birds. In particular, a pair of very industrious Crimson Chats. I followed them and photographed them for quite some time, then the female began flying erratically and flapping around on the ground in front of me. At first, I thought she was injured, and it took me a while to figure out what was happening. She of course, was not injured, but that’s what she wanted me to believe. Had I been a predator, I would have followed her, and left her precious chicks alone. And people think animals don’t have feelings, don’t love.

It was a great little bush camp spot, the only thing wrong were the burrs and prickles, there were millions of them, and most of them ended up in my socks. 😊