On the Larapinta Trail

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There aren’t too many wake-up calls that rely on charm to rouse you at 4am. But asleep in a double swag in the middle of the somewhere west of Alice Springs, I’m about to experience one of them.

Two silhouettes, one with a guitar and the other a didgeridoo, slowly walk through the pink dust and spinifex, playing an improvised slow-jam. The tune reverberates off a quartz rock-wall framing our campfire, and wood-smoke infused with coffee and bacon provides a second invitation out of bed.
 

Acclaimed desert

This is day five on Australia’s most rugged and acclaimed desert hiking route, the Larapinta Trail through Arrernte country in the Tjoritja/West MacDonnell National Park, and today we’re tackling Rwetyepme (Mt Sonder), the Northern Territory’s fourth highest peak.

In full, the Larapinta is an 18-day, 223km slog. But a small group of us have booked with Epicurious Travel for a six-day curated sample of highlights. We reach our trailheads by bus, and each evening return to the same semi-permanent campsite, avoiding the need to arrange food-drops and lug camping gear.

From the moment we strike out on day 1, the myth of Australia’s centre being dead flat and barren is debunked. “I can’t get over how many plants there are,” says Charlie, a Hong-Kong based lawyer who leads from the front all week, despite two replacement metal hips he calls “the best parts of my body”.

He’s talking about the acacia scrub in the gullies, the red gum river flats and the hilltop-encasing spinifex hummocks. But as we progress through a series of undulating foothills, an increasing variety of ecological minutiae also comes into focus. Barely a step can be made off trail without negotiating wildflowers, termite mounds and lizards.
 

Big bio-region

The West Macs form a vast, rocky bio-region encompassing 23 broad-scale vegetation types. Many of these only occur in localised gorges and waterholes such as Inarlanga Pass, where we first see the West MacDonnell cycad, an isolated, palm-like relic and an emblem of central Australia.

On close inspection we observe thousands of tiny insects, thrips, feeding and pollinating from cycad to cycad as they make their way up boulders and cliffs. It’s an image easy to identify with as each day we trek higher and deeper into the ranges.

At the summit of Counts Point on day two, and the escarpment of Ormiston Pound on day three, the enormity of the landscape is unveiled. We’re hiking through the skeletal remains of once-towering, parallel ranges now greatly eroded and intersected by dry river valleys. On the horizon we can make out the meteorite crater Tnorala (Gosse Bluff) and the hulking Urla­therrke (Mount Zeil), the tallest mountain west of the Great Dividing Range.

At midday the sun flattens our daily panoramas into geological zebra crossings of pastel orange, pink, yellow, white and rust-coloured strata. It’s exactly the palette Albert Namatjira employed in his famous watercolours, and the same again of his Arrernte ancestors whose ochre pits we find on the trail.
 

Millions of years of geology

Underfoot it becomes increasingly clear that we’re treading in deep geological time. The uplift events that created these mountains occurred 300-350 million years ago, but the sedimentary rock itself formed more than 1.5 billion years ago. Which explains why, in the middle of the continent, there are ‘ripple stones’ from an ancient sea floor – although passing over such rocky ground is also why our soles are more tender than usual after a bush walk.

Back at camp our four hiking-fit guides (all from Tasmania as it happens) rotate from fire-stoker to medic to barman to chef (and back to barman) as guests take turns heating water for bush-showers. On the menu are three-course feasts with such delights as Syrian chicken and butterflied lamb, char-grilled over the campfire. The wine bar has 10 choices and for dessert it’s hard to turn down orange and almond cake in Cointreau syrup.
 

The sweetest part of the day

Definitively, it’s the sweetest point of the day as the sun dips and the hills go out like stubbed cigarettes. After dark, the forced moratorium on electronic devices (it’s satellite phones only out here) creates an atmosphere of fireside banter – but doesn’t prevent conversation occasionally veering towards The Voice.

Fortunately, our pre-dawn wake-up call is a once-off and every other evening we can climb into our swags with a hot water bottle, an extra blanket and time to stargaze until dawn. And as we approach the summit on Rwetyepme’s exposed ridgeline on Day 5, a piercing below-cloud sunrise ensures that the 4am start is worth it. For a beautiful, fleeting moment, the sun’s rays isolate the Monument Valley-esque contours of another mountain on the horizon: Ikuntji, otherwise known as Haasts Bluff.

Three days later, as my 767 window-seat replaces Alice with a curving orange abstraction, it’s that view of Ikuntji I can’t stop thinking about. Perhaps it was another wake-up call? That even after this trip, I need to see more of this enthralling desert.

 

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Epicurious Travels run six-day guided hikes in small groups from May to August.

Visit epicurioustravel.com.au or call (03) 9486 5409.

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The writer travelled with the assistance of Epicurious Travel.

Written by Cam Cope
August 15, 2016