Time to move on

A speedy pack down on account of that dingo pack, and one super macho display by the Disco pulling the Opus back up the steep and rutted out river bank (made it look easy, much to the disappointment of the onlookers) and we were back on the road again, back to Halls Creek.

Less scary this time, presumably on account of the bottle shop being closed, and so less people hanging around. We learned from a ranger that the black market trade for alcohol is super strong in Halls Creek, with full strength beer (emu export) fetching $200 a carton - people imported beer ‘full time’, as they made a living that way. Madness, and exploitative of a community already not well off.

The rest of the day was fairly dry to be honest - a big drive in to Purnululu National Park, with lots of water crossings, rocky ranges, and windy roads. Pretty, but with a very heavy trailer and car, exhausting. We almost lost a number plate too, but we’re alerted in time. It might ride the rest of the trip up in the cabin.

Max has a loose tooth - very exciting! Thankfully the toothfairy has plenty of laundry coins ready to go this time…

The trailer has developed a weird habit of locking its brakes on too, even when not turned up that high on the controller. First discovered in halls creek, right next to a small and very nervous looking man getting out of his hired car. The sudden super loud skidding of the wheel not more than 3m away, and accompanying dust cloud caused him to jump so high I couldn’t help but laugh. He must have laid an egg in shock, haha.Okumaya devam et