We woke to a very cold morning with ice on the tents. We set off at 8.30am for another long day’s drive to Broken Hill, our destination for the day. While packing his vehicle, Russell had a fall from the back of his vehicle and later became unwell so we stopped at Cobar Hospital so he could have a check-up. The rest of the day went along okay, arriving at Broken Hill at
During pack down after breaky, Sheriff falls off the back of his truck while packing his gear, and lost his marbles, drove to Cobar hospital were the verdict was UTI. We cruise on the Wallaby track following the ominous straight stretch of the long white dotted line. Lucky Mother Nature is keeping our eyes locked on a different channel, with her rich red earth and the occasional Wedge Tail Eagle. It’s getting bumpy now, time to kick back with the tunes and watch which songs the mudflaps on Dennis’s truck beat in time to. Set-up camp at Broken Hill Caravan Park and went to the local club for dinner, Margaret and Bob earned the infamous Orange Vest by dropping Karen in her wheelchair down the club’s dining room steps. What an entrance!
