Having recovered from our long day, yesterday, we set out, at 9am, on our journey to Mary Pool. We left the spectacular scenery of the Bungle Bungles behind but could still see hills all around us in the distance.
Along the roadside, we came across a very frightening sight – a caravan & its contents had been smashed to smithereens, which were spread all over the wide verge. Three other caravans had stopped & the people from these seemed to be combing through the debris like scavengers – we could only hope that they weren’t stealing the remains of someone else’s misfortune. We learned, later, that a road train driver had fallen asleep & ploughed into the caravan. Fortunately, the couple inside the van were both safe, although the woman was in hospital suffering from shock. The man had told the people, whom we thought were scavengers, to help themselves to anything that might be of use to them, since he would not be caravanning again. Scary!
We called at Hall’s Creek to buy fuel & do a little food shopping. It had a large indigenous population, a good Information Centre & a coffee shop that charged extortionate prices. It wasn’t a very appealing town, so we didn’t linger for too long.
Beyond Hall’s Creek, we entered a very arid region, where the trees were much smaller, vegetation was sparse & the creek beds were all dry. Goodness knows what the poor cattle lived on, as there seemed to be very little other than the tough spinifex grass
After quite a lot of “nothing”, it was a pleasure to enter the caravan park at Mary Pool, which was like an oasis in the wilderness. There were lots of big, shady trees & plenty of space for all the travellers who had gathered there. There were also several birds in the trees around us.
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