We decided late in the afternoon to pull off the road and head into Bullito Station. The road was 50 kms of the OMG category but we were rewarded by a National Park that only had about 10 tent sites ( we were not supposed to be there yet again in vans! Love civil disobedience), a guy on one of those "lay down on" bikes headed for the Gibb River Road and a ute with a couple who slept in swags in the tray - cos of crocs.
The Homestead and cattle yards had been honestly restored with amazing history on all the internal walls and the lagoon it rested beside was glorious with lillies and birds.
We had a great fire that evening and even took the time to cook bacon and eggs on it in the morning.
The homestead. The Boab tree is so old it didn't even look like one any more.
The moon was amazing.
Now that is a Boab.
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