Well, after packing up and making sure everything was okay, we set off to our next location, Cooper's Creek.
We stopped at a local roadhouse that Col used when he was working in the region. We grabbed something to eat, filled the petrol tanks, and watched the semi trucks coming and going. These trucks had 3 trailers. Most of them were hauling cattle. It's amazing to watch.
Here we are at Charlesville filling up. The Scouts had the attention of some of the locals. Blokes, of course, think the scout is really 'cool'..and 'they'd like to have one too"...and our guys joyfully tell them that the Scouts are 'the best car in the whole world' etc...well, you get my drift.
Quilpie is what I thought of, as the last town before the outback. It's out there, but still not the furthest town, as I was soon to discover. The center median strip was decorated with metal cutouts of cattle. Obviously a country town with mining and cattle on everyone's lips. We even stopped just on the outskirts of town to see if we could find opals in the rocks left behind for tourists. I kept a couple, which have strands of blue running through them.
This was our first camp dinner night. I wasn't sure what to expect, so I prepared tinned food for us. We both experienced our first Chocolate Chip Damper for desert. It was yummy. And with everyone tired from travelling around 500klm that first time, we all fell into bed.
We broke camp the next morning. Still trying to establish a routine for packing and unpacking. We did sleep well. The night wasn't as frosty as the night in Mitchell.
Chris packed most of the gear, and I was sent off to take pictures. "LOTS OF PICTURES, Kath". So I did.
Last minute pictures, last minute toilet calls, 'everybody ready?" Okay! We're off to Windorah today.
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