Winton Qld June 3, 2016
Winton Qld June 3, 2016 We awoke to rain, pouring down, bucketing. It was just on 9am and vans were pulling into the park already for the day, we assume to get off the road and out of the rain. They were welcome to our square of quagmire and muddy trip to the distant loo. Oh, and that smell! Sewer? Rotting meat? Sulphurous bore water? Who knows. I gladly donned the wet weather coat and packed away outside, thankful all the while that it least we weren't in a camper-van or a tent! Out onto the road north to Barcaldine and into the driving rain. On and on we went, slowing to a standstill only to allow the roos to hop off the road and back to the mud-puddle they had come from. One came tearing back at the last second, decided on a u-turn and rolled itself in the middle of the road. I’m beginning to suspect they are even more unpredictable than emus. Our approach to Barcaldine is to the west of town. One look up the road into the town itself and at the 10,000 vans parked up with th...