The 'Big Red' sand dune at the eastern edge of the Simpson Desert,near Birdsville.Credit:Alamy
Some people chase mindfulness in the pages of colouring books,but it's much easier to find in the desert. Out there,two days drive from anywhere,more if you want anywhere to be more than a roadhouse,mindfulness is your default setting. You're mindful that a thoughtless step into a clump of spinifex could end in disaster if it's home to a king brown (or any other snake). Mindful that a wrong approach up a dune will leave you beached,up to your axles in hot red sand,sweat and a long-handled shovel your only salvation. Mindful that a miscalculation of how much water you need could be dire,a mechanical breakdown deadly,or at the very least,mind-shatteringly expensive.
According to the gurus,mindfulness is all about living in the moment. In the Simpson Desert there's no dreaming of where the road leads,because being on the road – make that track – is the reason for being there in the first place. It's a cliché,but crossing the Simpson really is about the journey,not the destination,because whichever direction you travel the end point is little more than a petrol pump and a pub – mind you,after three or four days in the desert there is nothing quite so marvellous as downing a cold beer at a stand-up bar,or quite so delightful as a toilet that not only do you not have to dig,but flushes at the touch of a button,even if it is full of frogs. Spend three or four days in the desert and you'll find your concept of luxury has been rather forcefully redefined.
Straddling three states,the Simpson Desert is the largest parallel sand dune desert in the world. More than 1,100 dunes,shaped into long red waves by westerly winds,roll from Birdsville in outback Queensland west towards Alice Springs across the top of South Australia. It was the last of the Australian deserts to be explored by Europeans – the first to cross its expanse was Ted Colson,on camel,in 1936;the first vehicle in 1962. Now,it's top of the list for four-wheel drivers,and while thousands of people cross the Simpson each year,and satellite phones mean that help can be summoned if needed,it is still not a trip to be taken lightly.
The QAA Line.Credit:Lee Atkinson
Crossing the Simpson had been high on my really-want-to-do-that list ever since I'd crested Big Red – the legendary ridge of sand (30-40 metres high,depending on who you ask) 35 kilometres from the Birdsville pub that is not only the highest and most difficult dune in the Simpson,but also the first (or last,depending on which way you're travelling) – and kept driving until sunset,rolling out a swag in the lee of a dune before heading back to town the next morning. That was 15 years ago,and since then I'd skirted around the edges many times,driving out to Finke on the Alice Springs side,making several trips to Lake Eyre and up and down the Oodnadatta track to the south,and even flown over it on a scenic flight from Birdsville. Going all the way though,is an altogether different type of adventure.
There are three main tracks:the French Line (the shortest),the Rig Road (the longest and southern-most) and the WAA Line,all converging into the QAA Line near Poeppel Corner where the NT,SA and Queensland borders meet,170km west of Birdsville.
Most people take the French Line,but we thought we'd escape the'crowds'on the less travelled WAA Line,where the dunes are steeper,and softer. We also took the hard way,travelling east to west – the eastern dune faces are steeper due to the prevailing wind direction – but we only got stuck once,on dune number 882 or thereabouts,although we often had to have a couple of'practice runs'before we got over some of them. It's all about momentum,using the UHF radio to check there's nothing coming the other way and then a slightly manic and very bumpy helter-skelter charge that looks out of control but is a giggle-inducing adrenalin rush,crowned by a triumphant cheer at the crest and a scan of the horizon for any fluorescent flags indicating approaching traffic before slithering down the sandy slope to line up the next one.
Simpson Desert WAA Line Camp 3.Credit:Lee Atkinson
This is not a trip where you tick off attractions,although you do tend to measure your progress from landmarks such as Big Red,the usually dry but often boggy Eyre Creek,Poeppel Corner (a selfie at the three-state marker is obligatory),Purni Bore and the oasis of Dalhousie Springs,where as far as luxury baths go soaking in a hot thermal pool after four days without more than a wet-ones wipe is hard to beat,and for us,finally,a hard-earned cold beer at the bar at Mount Dare (it was only 10.45am,but we didn't care!).