It being Sunday, we thought we do the right thing and sleep in so when we open the door at 8.30 am after breakfast and washing we find that we are the only ones left on the campsite. So leisurely we feed the dogs, take them for a walk, pack up, empty the cassette, empty the spare fuel in the tank and by 9.30 we’re on the road.
It seems that people here feel they need something more than other citizens. Between Evelyn and Normanton everyone living along the long and lonely road has not a normal house but they have a “station” and their own roadsign announcing their station such as Forsayth Station which lies anywhere between 5 and 245 kms from the main road. Along the Burke Developmental road people think stations are for trains so they start calling their properties “downs” as in Gregory Downs. I wonder what will be next.
Our first priority is to get to Bruce Willis and fill up the tank and spare and continue our trip. When we arrive there at 11 am we feel not very happy. All the tanks carry a message “Sorry no diesel” and many people mill around.
Upon inquiry it seems that the refill truck broke down yesterday with three trailers full with fuel. The next one was due at 12 that day, so we wait. We take pictures of some road trains that hook up.
Of Nossi having enough and wanting to drive off and Marjo stopping him.
Of some Happy Jack birds in a tree.
Finally at 2 pm the refill truck pulls in under load cheer.
We drive off and have time to smell the roses (well see the now more green landscape).
Then we move on towards the next stop. This time an even nicer roadside stop where we make camp, see the sun set and light a fire.
Posted from Three Rivers, Queensland, Australia.
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