Next morning John went out to check out the sunrise to discover he had his new portable solar panel, designed to keep the deep freeze in the Big Red Car cold, facing the wrong way. The outback is like that!
We headed north to Cape Crawford which was an oasis in the middle of nowhere with green grass, lush trees (nomads but not too many - I actually now think they are more of a concern than the cane toads really) and great loos. Sorry but there were birds too who definitely knew how to work the crowd - me included.
I forgot to tell you we also ran into this gentleman heading south not long after we left Brunette Downs Station. He was a man of few words. When we pulled over to let him pass Ian thought he would be neighbourly and suggest he might need to watch the speed limit. From behind the fly net we heard "I don't give a stuff" and he and the camels didn't miss a beat or even look at us.
He was actually steering the car with one hand as he walked along but as he neared us he jumped in - not sure if it was to check the brakes or just incase we ran over him.
I wanted to jump out and walk along with him for a while to hear his story and who wouldn't love to climb in that jeep for a ride. But even though he really caught your attention it was clear his privacy was to be respected and John was just recovering from me adopting the tarp man in Muttaburra.
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