Thring Rock faded into the background, disappearing behind sand dunes as we plodded on after our camp there. The dunes rolled on and so did we, Ned navigating them with ease. As the bigger ones appeared, we would stop at the base and shift into low 4x4 and 3rd gear, then waddle our way to the top, then pause to take in the offered view and saunter down the other side.
The days were never monotonous, as the scenery was ever changing, from dune tackling to the desert oak groves and wattle scrub with its splashes of color from flowering plants, anything than boring.
At well 30 we stopped for smoko and contemplated our night camp. Mujingerra cave was only 3k off to the east of where we were, so we set off to explore.
The cave is now a hole in the ground; the cave proper entrance had been blocked from a collapse of the surrounding rock. After a careful inspection, camp was set up nearby and a peaceful night followed.
Morning came and we went on our way again. Kunawarratjni, an aboriginal community, wasn't far away. There we could refuel and get some supplies we needed.
The road was wide but corrugated as we approached the small community, the fuel shed was the first building to come into view. We rolled past and came to the small store. Prices were high and stock was low, something we have come to expect in remote areas we frequent.
After getting some essentials that were getting low, and a couple of ice-creams, we drove to the fuel shed. $3:10 per liter for diesel, not unreasonable, being 1000k from any town.
This was day 27 since we started the track and we had come half way, using 208 litres of fuel, good going so far. All other supplies were also holding up well, we knew we could reach the end with fuel and supplies to spare, which was a good feeling, and just as well, because this was the only place to restock on the whole track till the end.
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