Tired Out! Bush Camp 1 to Bush Camp 2 - 50kms

We were so pooped by the time we went to bed that there could have been an earthquake and we'd have slept through it!
We're in bed for about 12 hours! 

Today we set off around 7.00am and battled the head wind all the way. 
Breakfast was a couple of Weetbix moistened with Dare (bottled triple shot coffee), swilled down with a cup of Dare and our nibbles and lunch consisted of trail mix, biscuits and Mars Bars. Heaven help our insides!

As yet, apart from bird life, we haven't seen ANY other wild life!!! 
Except for this little fellow!!
We've actually seen him on previous trips
but smaller and in regiments of dozens of caterpillars walking, nose to tail in a line, across the highway. Usually getting squashed before reaching the other side! You'd think that by now they'd know it was a futile exercise!

Eventually Del agreed that we'd done enough for the day and we kept our eyes open for a suitable place to camp
The whole area is heavily littered with stones of various sizes. 
We spent some time removing the worst of them. 
Del had to resort to using bigger stones to hold down the tent as some of the pegs hit rock and couldn't be driven in. 

Could be an interesting night! 

35kms to Madura Roadhouse tomorrow.
Tried to ring them today but no mobile reception. 
Let's hope they have a few stores available. We're down to our last can of baked beans!



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