Salt lake essay

The ethereal beauty of the salt lakes captured us and we took a bazillion photos.

This is Lake Hart.
We camped next to it before the turn off to Woomera on the Stuart Highway.

It was mined for salt and apparently it was beautiful salt, but the last shipment sits forlornly next to the railway line, waiting in vain for the last 80 years to be picked up and delivered.

The remnants of the salt pans can be seen.

They look like old fence stumps being encrusted with the ever-present salt.

There is a rest area but we drove off onto the many bush tracks between the road and the railway line.
A great free camp.