We woke to the sound of rain on the roof this morning and quickly came to the conclusion that we hadn’t travelled far enough north to leave the winter weather behind.
With no sign of the rain easing, we packed up camp in the wet. Tomorrow morning we’ll need to make sure the awnings and outdoor mat get a chance to dry out before we move on. It’s all part of life on the road.
After topping up the fuel tanks, we pointed the rig towards the Pilbara and continued our journey north. By this afternoon we crossed the Tropic of Capricorn — a milestone that felt significant. Surely crossing into the tropics guarantees a little sunshine and warmth to ease these ageing bones!
Tonight we’re camped at a remote free camp, miles from anywhere. As darkness settled in, a full moon rose above the landscape, bathing everything in a soft silver glow. We now find ourselves sitting beside a crackling campfire, enjoying the peace and solitude that these outback camps offer.
Well, mostly peace and solitude.
Not far from camp, the eerie sound of dingoes howling drifts through the night air. It’s one of those uniquely Australian moments that reminds us just how far we’ve travelled from the suburbs and how fortunate we are to be experiencing this incredible country.
For now, we’ll sit back, enjoy the fire, listen to the dingoes, and hope that tomorrow brings the sunshine we’re chasing.
Meanwhile, it’s cold and very wet here.
Batton down and keep safe.