Dad and Margies fabulous adventure started with a good omen in Dubbo. When we arrived we were upgraded to a very large apartment and both slept well.
So we headed off on Rex from Dubbo, Moosie along for the ride.
Dad took to flying like a pro, and it was a lovely clear day so the country looked great. ( Amazing since he had been on a plane only once in his life, when he was 18 and flew to Sydney for National Service).
We arrived at Broken Hill after a 90 min flight and were met by Eddie, our pilot, who guided us out to our tiny plane.
We took off smoothly, Dad in the front with 360 degree views and his head set on, me in the back marvelling at all the beautiful patterns that emerged as we few.
We could see many tiny homesteads, occasional roads, green snakes of water courses, but mainly huge flat tracks of red land.
After about 50 mins the Flinders Ranges came into view, they were amazing to fly over and see the lines of different rocks thrust up to create this range.
The just as suddenly as they appeared they were gone, it was flat, and our little plane was gently touching down on the dirt air strip of Parachilna!!!
I had been an intense few hours so we were glad for a rest in the lovely Prairie Hotel. Jane runs the hotel which is a beautifully restored old pub of stone and wood. Dad and I even have interconnecting rooms!!
The Flinders ranges are only about 2 km away, and change colour frequently in the light so it's a nice spot to just stroll away up a track and look at the mountains.
No phone signal and no tv at the hotel makes for a real holiday break.
