Marshmallows and Dirt
The ranger I spoke to on the phone advised half the road had just been re-surfaced: “it’s as good as it will ever get for a caravan,” she said optimistically.
We kept our fingers crossed the whole way.
Not a bad place to set-up camp.
Mungo National Park is the site of some of the world’s oldest human remains – “Mungo Man” and “Mungo Lady,” both about 40,000 years old. They’ve also found bones of giant kangaroos and buffalo-sized wombats there.
But what was once a basin of water and fertile green land that sustained nomadic aborigines for centuries, is now dirt and scrub with a 30-kilometre lunette of sand.
The kids weren’t impressed by the bitter winds and just wanted to see dinosaurs.
Fingers crossed again.
We learnt the hard way what dirt roads can do to a 1960’s caravan.
68-kilometres of the worst, dusty, riveted road you can imagine.
Wallabee was shaken from top to toe.
By the time we refuelled, the back of the wooden bed was cracked, the pantry door was hanging off, two cupboard doors went flying and there wasn’t a flyscreen left on the windows.
We vowed to stick to bitumen from then on.
But suddenly the sealed road ended and the only way ahead was via a dusty highway.
Here we go again.