The day started as others, orange sky, with the golden orb of the sun peeking over the horizon. With breakfast done, and all packed securly away, I did my rounds of Ned, checking all was still good, and doing the final pack up, as Din set off for her morning walk up the track.
When all was deemed ship shape, I climbed in and ambled off. Catching up with Din, it was all abord and I received a report of the animal tracks and interesting plants on her route.
The track continued to provide an interesting drive. More washouts, then corrugations till it changed back to holes and washouts, with a few rocks thrown in for good luck, as well as closed in bush.
Mt. Beadell loomed out of the surrounding bush, a prehistoric mount dominating the landscape. It is named after Len Beadell, and a caged in theodolite sits on its summit as a tribute to the surveyor's achievements in building the thousands of kilometers of roads in the harsh Australian outback. Len, as well as an explorer, was also a talented artist, and some of his cartoons were displayed on the info board.
Stopping for a cuppa, we took in the spectical of the surrounding countryside. Soon it was time to go, so we left, bumping, and crawling our way west. Soon, the country opened up to a grassland plain, stretching into the distance.
When camp time came around, a suitable area was selected, and another day of adventuring came to a close.
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