Travel Diary

We get to the breakdown site and the Jeep is loaded and the tow truck driver ready to head back to town for a birthday barbeque to celebrate his special day.

We have done well in a place where we were not intending to stop, we did the same in Kununurra after hearing poor “reviews” of the place

Food for thought for anyone willing to take a long-term solution rather than a short-term fix.

We haven’t seen anything in our stay in Halls Creek that would even suggest this is not a normal quiet country town

Minutes pass and no answer to our question, Robyn again goes for a walk but this time she has adopted the teapot position, which I know all too well, she is not amused

Splitting the group is not the preferred option of Forbsy or I, but Silver Leader is more enamoured with option 1 and I am sure is feeling he is letting us all down – which he isn’t in our view.

There is a walkway along the bank, and we head up a little. The track is initially very powder dusty and the dust flies up with every step

At the other end of the road works, the girl holding the stop sign is off the road, no cars to stop, sitting in the shade, and is not even paying attention as we pass. The highs and the lows of road works.

The inland sea from the air was a vastness of blue green water.

The road reveals the boat ramps – three of them – emanating from a car park at the end of the road

As the sun lowers, I take shots of the vista, playing with the lighting in an attempt to get THE shot.