As previously stated I loved this campsite so a lazy day spent here was a dream.
Another trip to the spa, of course.Everything’s better in Suku ✌🏼
Another reason I was enjoying myself was it was significantly warmer and less windy than the Flinders Ranges, and even Farina. It was still, with a sultry low sun slanting in amongst the palms and she-oaks. It felt like a stopover in another place and time. I said to the Marinos-Cowells earlier in the trip that I am about 20% happier when I’m warmer and it’s pathetic but it’s true.
Coward Springs is located in the Wabma Kadarbu Mound Springs Conservation Park, and we took a small trip to inspect them. The are significant to the Arabana people as part of a Dreamtime story, translating to ‘snake head.’ After being hunted, the snake’s body was thrown down on the ground creating the natural artesian hot spring.
A sacred tree marking the spot was tragically cut down by early invaders for firewood. The landscape has been greatly altered since colonisation also. This was the ‘snake’s head’, and bubbled intermittently. Difficult to show, but the creek winding down from this really did wind in a serpentine fashion and looked immensely like a snake. Cute tufty grass.Mitch matched the landscape. ‘Hamilton Hill’ in the distance.
Back at Coward Springs we toured the museum and wetland walk.
Book exchange at the museum, housed in the old engine driver’s cabin. So yes originally this was a stop on the Old Ghan Railway. Coward Springs had a thriving pub and once again the stop was used as a launch for camels travelling to remote homesteads. It had all fallen into disrepair until the 1990s, when it was purchased and restored. Girls drawing the museum.Wetland walk.Salty clams.This was Barb’s little smiley face. “More symmetrical,” said Scott.How could I not love this place. COFFEE!
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