Day 14

We wake up in South Australia. It's a downer, honestly. It takes all morning to get past the Gawler Ranges and then through the great fried dirtcake of this part of the world to the southern tip of the Flinders Ranges. Highpoints of interest are few and far between.

Is this an actual amenity, or the punishment for losing on a bad gameshow?

It just better have a door.

We note again that the Iron Knob mine would fit in the Super Pit at Kalgoorlie suspiciously neatly. We're back in that particularly blasted post-nuclear part of SA.

It gets so hot here, the trees melt.

The looming misery of Adelaide and the long, boring run back to Melbourne is in front of us. So we turn left on a whim and head for the Murray river via Renmark, navigating by guesswork (with a little help from Steve's GPS). In a matter of miles we're utterly surrounded by wheat fields, with the occasional sheep.

More sky than you can poke a stick at. Literally. You could poke all day....and the next....maybe longer.

The occasional sheep. The full-time sheep were busy.

Being in a real estate mindset, Steve found another fixer upper with limitless potential. It was a house well on the way to reverting to an outcrop.

Only the sheep were witness to this real estate disaster. Maybe they lived here once and now wander the land, homeless, and practicing the art of kung fu.
.....I think TV has had a more profound effect on me than I'd care to admit.

While traversing South Australia a question kept on occurring to me that still doesn't have a truly satisfactory answer.

How do they know to cross between the signs?

We followed the Murray river to Renmark by nightfall, and ate just about everything on the menu at the local Chinese restaurant. It was almost like being in civilisation again.