The last attempt at getting into the Caroona Creek conservation park was marred by a locked gate due to a feral animal cull, and leaving our bullet-proof vests at home, so with the promise of a break in the miserable weather of late, a quick overnighter was organised. We left Adelaide, and headed for Gawler, then turned onto the dirt just past Freeling, and found a great set of tracks unexpectedly, and we wove our way around the back of Kapunda to join Taylor's Run. Unfortunately, we were having too much fun to stop and get cameras sorted, other than a few quick snaps just afterwards. Suffice to say it was some of the best riding we saw all day, including erosions, creek crossings, and some nice wet clay for those of us who felt the urge for travelling sideways. From there we headed up to the Tothill Ranges, and up to Quinns Gap to take in the views. From there, it was up to Burra for fuel, grog and steaks n snags from the butcher. (We can highly recommend the pork, lime and chilli snags - bloody delicious!) Soon we were on our way up the Caroona Rd, and stopped at the property gate of 'Caroona', while Grant did a back-track. Apparently his top-box exploded open a short way back, and was desperate to find his bog-roll - only cause it had his favourite pocket knife stuffed in the middle of it - adds a whole new meaning to having a 'slash'! Grant, on his return - only to realise his pocket knife never made it out of the top box at all! We arrived at the campsite shortly after, right on sunset, to be greeted with a full moon climbing up through the trees. The camping area itself had plenty of areas of good flat sandy spots to set up camp, and the old shed, with a rainwater tank at rear, and long-drop a few meters away. Shannon and Grant must have known something we didn't, deciding to set up IN the shed, including Shannon's KLR! Firewood patrol quickly turned into a deforestation exercise, and we soon had a fire big enough to put under a whole cow on a spit-roast. By this stage we were settling into a still, not-too-cold evening, getting stuck right into the coldies, and working up an appetite. A few months ago I spied this thing called a 'grilliput' - basically a collapsable griller that looked perfect for cooking steaks over the coals, so with everyone stocked up on steaks and snags from the butchers, it was time to give it a go. ...and what a corker it was! The pork, lime and chilli snags were delicious - definitely worth a try next time you're in Burra. The boys around the fire... Not too long into the evening, it had become evident that Grant had been hitting the piss pretty hard - especially when the table next to the shed wouldn't stand still long enough for him to grab another drink off it ("Fckn keep still will ya!"). So before his legs became totally disconnected from his brain (everything else already had!), he made his way to his swag in the shed, and proceeded to circle on it like a dog just before settling down for a nap - only this was because he had no idea which end was which, and just took the gamble. After a few minutes of quiet, we thought he'd started to try and demolish the shed, only to realise, he was just turning around the right way on his swag! It was 10:30pm, and that was the last we heard of him ......... well, at least till Shannon started snoring like a chainsaw later in the night, interrupting Grant's intoxicated slumber. We all learnt that night that you never ask an attached Hungarian if he's married, cause you'll never get a straight answer! I'll let Bubba explain that one. And did you know that Hungarian goulash is actually a soup? Bubba kept our attention for some time as he told us of life in Hungary, and some of the hairy jobs he's had over the years (anyone need a bomb detected & detonated?). OzJuJu also learnt about ice packs, pillows, gravity, condensation, and evaporation - all in one evening! We woke the next morning, to a fresh overcast start. Once breakky and cuppa's were done, Grant decided to call it a day, even though it had only just started, at the thought of doing any more riding than he absolutely had to, other than get home. The rest of us headed out for a look at the Thomas Hut ruins while he packed. However, we realised that Bubba was nowhere to be seen, so went back to camp, to find out he's gone off looking for us, but must have taken one of the other turnoff's on the way to the ruins. About 40mins later he rides back into camp, and then filled us in on all these awesome tracks he found (mostly the Heysen walking trail!). As it was getting on in the morning, and we wouldn't have time now to ride 'luggage-less', we loaded up and began the ride to the western entrance to the CP. Footage here of the ride west from the campground; <iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E8Dyc-RLVTs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> Below are some of the pics Bubba took on his way out earlier before the mist lifted; ...and here's a bunch of pics taken as we all left, From there, we turned down the Mongolata Road, to head back to Burra. Last time I was here, the roads hadn't been graded for some time, making for a heap of fun getting throughout the dry creek bed crossings, however, it appeared they'd been done relatively recently, leaving us a little disappointed - maybe next time. Nonetheless, the views along this stretch still made it worth while; From here, it was back to Burra then home. A great bunch of blokes, a heap of laughs, some great riding, and a vow to return for longer next time.