Outback in May (continued)

We were away for around a week, cutting an arc from Broken Hill, through to White Cliffs, on up to Tibooburra and surrounds, and back down to Broken Hill. Len was glad to be back in his old country, and I was taking it all in as a new thing, once we were 1/2 hour out of Broken Hill.

We took a little run along a creek in that creek country an hour out of Broken Hill, noticing the thick vegetation borne of the summer rains. Impassable scrub- driftwood hanging high.

Len drove out to Mootwingie on the chance of it being open. It wasn't. 50 km, buck, yaw, banging hazardous- note- all for want of a sign at the road in blokes!

Horizontal mutterings. Past Nuntherungie-  lunch and a look in and around the dried creek.
 Middens, goats and hawks were about, ancient voices seemed possible in the wide curves - the afternoon falling momentarily silent of human discussion as we walked seperately.

On re-connection we spoke of place- and seen wonders. Standing observation of the looming afternoon revealed western potentials for downpour, and with us being about 800 metres off- road in eroded sand, the decision was taken to get out onto the road, and immediately off to visit White Cliffs township. Some rocking horse 4wd'ing, some cigarettes & standing guidance, and away- wide- eyed- and away..

( to be continued )