We entered an area of seemingly endless flat plains, with hardly a tree in sight - obviously grazing land, for we saw quite a lot of cattle.
Eventually, we came upon more vegetation, but no really big trees; mainly bush & scrub (ideal cover for stray animals!) The road was another of the kind that seemed to have no end - it stretched, long & straight, into the distance ahead of us.
We began to see bushes with lovely purple flowers - they looked a bit like lupins, but the blooms were narrower & spikier.
After about four & a half hours, we arrived at Sandfire Roadhouse, where we stopped to fill up with diesel. Lots of other vehicles had done the same & it was hot, dusty & crowded. This obviously affected some people's mood - we met a horrible woman, who accused us of jumping ahead of her in the fuel queue. However, Bob was a good match for her & he stood his ground - good on yer, Bob!
Soon after refuelling, we arrived at the turn-off for Eighty Mile Beach. There followed a 10km drive along an unmade road ... we encountered stones, rocks, ridges, ruts & a phenomenal amount of thick, red dust which covered every surface & filled every crevice. However, the situation of our caravan park more than compensated for all our discomforts - it was a lovely grassy area that ran parallel to one of the most magnificent beaches we'd ever seen. Ivory-coloured sand stretched into the distance further than the eye could see & underfoot were masses of beautiful shells. A pelican glided just above the water looking for fish &, when we tested the ocean, tentatively, we were delighted to discover that it was warm! We should have known ... it was the Indian Ocean.
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