Day 130 - Baruusuu to grasslands west of Dalanzadgad - Wed 3 Jul
Winds still fierce, made cuppa inside, sand and grit everywhere. Borrowed Guy’s
ladder to reposition rubber mats under top boxes which had shaken out. Drove
into Tsogttsetsii, which was more substantial than other towns to date due to
large mine on outskirts. Employee buses were picking up and ferrying staff to
work. While Miles located a 2nd hand spring, we looked at mine infrastructure -
funny to see contractors had set up ger camp for employees.
West out of town
following power towers and corrugations to sub-station, then single power
lines. Saw a pair of beautiful Demoiselle Crested Cranes. Light rain and mist/ dust. What
looks like a prison being constructed well out of town. Stopped on small rise
for morning tea, Miles searching for source of continual rattle from overhead.
Passed first traffic, wide-fronted grey coloured minivans/ people movers. Obviously
not daunted by desert roads (choices of which can be 2 kms wide) Toyota and
LandCruiser also top the market.
Gers move twice year, winter and summer, use stone/ wood animal pens in winter.
Parked on open grasslands in grand view of mountain range which moved through
shades of soft to dark purples as sun dipped, colours and contours like
Flinders Ranges. Watched jerboas foraging and running between holes. Delicious
to settle for no-fuss toasties and a new book….