On the way from Finke to Mt Dare (far from any human habitation)
we rounded a bend in a big creek (like this one)
and there was a grey bearded, long haired man on a push-bike,
all kitted out with his camping gear but with no support vehicles or other company.
It verged on the unbelievable and all happened too quickly to get a shot,
but what a rich and whimsical memory.
we rounded a bend in a big creek (like this one)
and there was a grey bearded, long haired man on a push-bike,
all kitted out with his camping gear but with no support vehicles or other company.
It verged on the unbelievable and all happened too quickly to get a shot,
but what a rich and whimsical memory.
Back to South Australia at last, but still far from home.
At Mt Dare people were waiting for the Oodnadatta road to be opened after rain.
We were OK'ed to proceed to Dalhousie then on to Oodnadatta the next day.
We were OK'ed to proceed to Dalhousie then on to Oodnadatta the next day.
Much of the road to Dalhousie was rocky gibber country
- slow, bone-rattling travel, with the constant threat of tyre damage.
(We didn't have even one puncture in the whole trip.)
- slow, bone-rattling travel, with the constant threat of tyre damage.
(We didn't have even one puncture in the whole trip.)
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