Another fabulous day. This
time we were the only occupants of the Lake Crosbie Camp Ground at
the Pink Lakes, not far as the crow flies from where we were last
night. Once again we are camped on the shore of a lake but, like Lake
Mungo, there is no water. The lakes in this national park are salt
lakes which, until 1979, supported a significant salt mining
industry.
There are various
reminders of the former industry including the log ramps leading out
on to the lakes and stockpiles of salt which are rock hard.
The lakes are referred to
as pink lakes, because, in certain light, the salt appears to be
pink. Hopefully the photo tells the story.
What this campsite will be
particularly remembered for are the bees. Several of them tried to
appropriate my beer but I was able to get it back when they retreated
briefly. As I type this, I am hiding in the van with bees buzzing at
the door. Hopefully they will disappear as the sun goes down and I
will be able to get outside to cook dinner. Strangely enough, they
have not been a problem as we drove and walked around today. They
just seem to congregate at the camp site. Perhaps they are attracted
to the white caravan.
There is not enough signal
here to post this so you will see it some time on Thursday.
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