V-Tuesday 22 September
When we got up we could see rains were on their way. After a fabulous shower in the local toilet block of the playground, we checked with the landlord of the pub /shop if we could go OK. He said go now and we should make it. Left Louth in light rain, which got harder and harder as we approached Tibooburra.
Made a mental note to buy new wipers for the windscreen.
Saw on the way loads of emus, cows, sheep and goats, just wandering around the road. We realised we were going to have to stop at Wanaaring, because it was going to be difficult to drive.
As we approached Wanaaring saw 2 bikies going the other way, which I thought was pretty brave.
The rain was too bad to go any further than Wanaaring, so we asked at the shop and parked in the caravan park next to the shop. This looked like a dusty car park and had a lonely tree in the middle, which we parked under.
Skid Row (still Tuesday)
In the afternoon when it had stopped raining, Darren wanted to go and see the King Charlie Water Hole nearby. Personally I thought there was plenty of water to look at in the nearby puddles, but a wife has to be dutiful (occasionally). We soon found out why roads close when wet. Even though we were on a road that was not closed (on the open road then, I guess), it was quite slithery, even without the caravan. Darren was going very slowly when we hit some mud, and rather calmly and dare I say it, elegantly, we slid across the road to face the fields, making both our hearts go pitti-pat.
We carried on to the waterhole, but it was freezing out there – ridiculous, as we were only about 250 km/155 miles from the hottest town in NSW.
Note to Mother: Don’t worry it was not a bad slide, and Darren was driving very cautiously as always, and there was no traffic at all on the road, so do not be alarmed!
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