Crossing the Barrier Highway, it was back to the station roads we are so fond of. Endless skies, red dirt plains and splashes of colour from patches of wildflowers kept our spirits high as we weaved our way over the dusty roads. When navigating these roads, you pass station homesteads, some are some ks from the main road but some are close, such as Quondong Vale, where you pass right by their front door and nearly go through the machinery shed. Bush etiquette is you slow right down and try not to create dust, common sense really. Lucky for them, there is not much traffic on these roads.
Soon we were at the turn off which would take us through Danggali conservation park. This area we had traveled before, we took a different track through this time, a less difficult route but none the less interesting.
On our first camp, we had set up and were enjoying the solitude, when a father emu and a brood of no less than nine chicks wandered close to us. They seemed unafraid but cautious. We watched as they nosed around, then the kids found a bush close by and started pecking at it with relish. Father soon joined them, and they spent some time picking the fruit, or seeds off the bush. When they had had their fill, they wandered off, contented. Another sight we were lucky enough to observe.
All too soon we were back on the bitumen and on the outskirts of Renmark. Moving on, then stopping at Berri, we stocked up on food and water, then found a familiar camp on the Murray river for a couple of days rest, before we headed to Deb and the camels for a visit.
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