Well the journey is more than one week in and much has happened so here is the story so far...
I was wide awake when the alarm went off. Being tired just didn't come into it; I was out the door insanely early with a kayak, a swag and an overdose of adrenaline.
Boy it didn't take long to dampen that enthusiasm. Long driving stints take practice and I was way out of touch despite the Batchelor commute from hell every morning. About five hundred kilometres into the one thousand four hundred and ninety eight kilometres I finally kicked in - and then I could have driven straight through.
Commonsense prevailed and I pulled up and camped on a concrete table. why a table you ask? Well, prickles mainly. With all the glorious rain the iconic bindi-eye was in full, spiky bloom and I have better things to do than pull nasty, pointy plants out of my rear end all night. As it turned out when you camp on a concrete table squished between a road inundated by thundering road trains and a railway inundated by kilometre long freight trains with a wind straight off the Antarctic tunnelling its way through the middle your sleep tends to be a little dodgy whether you have prickles or not.
But that adrenaline kicked in again and I was in Alice before lunch on Sunday. Yey.
A week of work happened next, routines to get into the habit of, jobs to do etc etc. Then the weekend came around and all that water minus the chompy, stingy things beckoned. The Western Macs seemed like a great place to start. I drove 300 ks Saturday renewing friendships with place and country. The kayak had a Central Australian christening in a long waterhole just off the main drag and all was good with the world.
Then it got better, Will and his flatmate cooked me a Sunday roast! How cool is that?
Can't wait for what happens next.
Hope you are all well
Claire (of the Desert)
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