Henry Lawson walked this track in the summer heat looking for work. No wonder he wrote poetry!!
The road varied from not bad to bloody awful but the little snail house just kept rolling along.
Now we all know the first rule of travel is never arrive in the dark!! Navigators don't mind but drivers get a wee bit cranky!! After being a little bit lost trying to find the camp on the Paroo River we ended up driving back to Hungerford at about 20km per hour avoiding the roos and emus (my god how could God make an animal with absolutley no brain) only to be breathelised 1 km out of Hungerford. The population of Hungerford would be really pushing it to be 25 but it was the weekend of the biennial Field Day. There were six police there.
Pa settled down after he had his new fire going and a whisky with ice. This is the fire you have when you do not want to leave an ash footprint. The Greens would be proud of us.
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